I am the only blogger alive who does not care whether or not she learns to take better photos. No matter how you focus it, a finger up the nose is a finger up the nose.
I am never going to be able to eat whatever I want and stay thin. It only took me 35 years to figure that one out.
|This is me, only I don't have a cat. Yet.|
If the above thought starts bothering me, I knit until it goes away.
I really don't like to cook anymore. I used to. I even baked my own rye bread, for heaven's sake. I dabbled in yogurt-making, too. That's all behind me now. The time I used to spend cooking, I now spend finding coupons for 5-dollar pizzas and buy one/get one free entrees. Also? Kids Eat Free deals...those rock.
I know I sound jaded, but I'm not. I still get excited about rain puddles, snowstorms, and long walks in the park.
Boy, if I were ever to use an online dating site, I guess that last sentence would be a start. No pina coladas, though.
Larry's not going to like the online-dating joke. But he's probably still mad about the shirt. I could write an online-dating blurb for him, too:
Seeking SWWLP (Single Woman Who Likes Plaid). Catching your own damn stinkbugs a plus!
I never really understood this song. Shouldn't they have been mad at each other for secretly posting personal ads?
[Knitter image: The Unappreciated Knitter]