Dragon Lady wrote:Quiet book is done! HOORAY!!! I was in tears by the end of it because I hated it so much. And turns out, I'm not a great sewer. (Though, if were honest with myself, I already knew it.)
I'm horrible at doing any kind of sewing or crafting on a deadline. I decided I wanted to knit a bunny for Easter. I picked a small, simple pattern, I started around the beginning of Lent and all I have to show for it today is a scary looking tube with eyes. (But I might be able to finish the rest of the seaming, today.)
Oh, and when I knit my roommate a scarf for last Christmas, I went over the deadline by about a month.
Heh. I knitted Heartless Siren a scarf for Christmas one year. It was the first scarf I ever made with a pattern. I finally finished it and gave it to her in June when she got married and moved to California. Oops?
June of the following year or June of many years later?
What is this. My 18-year-old sister came home for the weekend and we went to an Institute dance on Friday. She found a boy (who entirely creeped me out, but my sister thought he was a freshman and didn't seem to mind his gratuitous physical contact) who was obviously way into her. Today at church she was in my Sunday School class and a boy in my ward got her name because I called her by it and just added her as a friend on Facebook.
And it's like...where is this even coming from? She's going back down tomorrow so it's not like anything can come of it. (I did appreciate Facebook boy's lame message, because at least he acknowledged it was lame. And he is super cute, as far as boys in my ward go...)
Edit: AND she missed a call from one of her friends...or my friends...anyway, some other guy in the ward. He wanted to go on a date with her! This would've been her second date with the same RM. But alas, she'll be gone.
Haha. At least I get friendly attentions from this one (but purely platonic; I'm either too old, too tall, or both).
As a matter of fact, you're putting me in a philosophical mood....
A woman is like a steak. She must be aged properly before she is palatable. Too young, and she lacks flavor. Too old, and she's tough and gamey. And whatever you do, take her with a grain of salt.
Marduk wrote:Too tall? You're not very tall at all. Also, not that old. Silly Mormon boys wanting to only date 18 year olds.
I'm too tall for this young man. And actually *ward gossip time with C4* he's waiting for someone. So it doesn't really matter either way. (But he's 22 and I'm 23. Which is, as you say, not that old.)
Marduk wrote:As a matter of fact, you're putting me in a philosophical mood....
A woman is like a steak. She must be aged properly before she is palatable. Too young, and she lacks flavor. Too old, and she's tough and gamey. And whatever you do, take her with a grain of salt.
Also, the best ones are a little peppery.
Weren't you the one that described 30-somethings as possibly rancid yogurt?
Marduk wrote:As a matter of fact, you're putting me in a philosophical mood....
A woman is like a steak. She must be aged properly before she is palatable. Too young, and she lacks flavor. Too old, and she's tough and gamey. And whatever you do, take her with a grain of salt.
Also, the best ones are a little peppery.
I may as well use this as a Favorite Quote on Facebook. No one ever checks those, anyway.
Marduk wrote:As a matter of fact, you're putting me in a philosophical mood....
A woman is like a steak. She must be aged properly before she is palatable. Too young, and she lacks flavor. Too old, and she's tough and gamey. And whatever you do, take her with a grain of salt.
Also, the best ones are a little peppery.
Weren't you the one that described 30-somethings as possibly rancid yogurt?
That's what I thought of, as well. Apparently Marduk likes his women-as-food metaphors. (But don't mind me. I'm moldy yogurt, after all.)
Marduk wrote:As a matter of fact, you're putting me in a philosophical mood....
A woman is like a steak. She must be aged properly before she is palatable. Too young, and she lacks flavor. Too old, and she's tough and gamey. And whatever you do, take her with a grain of salt.
Also, the best ones are a little peppery.
Weren't you the one that described 30-somethings as possibly rancid yogurt?
That's what I thought of, as well. Apparently Marduk likes his women-as-food metaphors. (But don't mind me. I'm moldy yogurt, after all.)
To be fair, Katya, I said that about both genders, not just women. So I like to use people-as-food similes. And I said that SOME 30-somethings are moldy. I never thought you were moldy, Katya.
