Mossy Cottage Knits

Well, Ryan, you can add another thing to your results of having a blog: influencing other people. As a result of your description of the wedding trip to two people you had never met, I decided to be brave and go to the out-of-state wedding of a friend to his longtime partner, neither of whose last names I knew (try explaining that to the local quilting group). FABULOUS wedding. Blog on, Blog Mistress!

I just have one thing to say about all that:

ROFLMAOWPIMP

Bwahahahaha! I love it!

And the cushion thing is so true. The outdoor chairs at my parents are wide mesh with no cushions, and leave an imprint that I can only describe as waffle ass.

I have no freaking clue what Norma just said. I stopped at the ass part. The pimp part I just don't get.

Rabbitch is from Scotland. This may or may not explain the underwear on the head, as I hear it's nearly illegal to wear it under your kilt.

TMK can do that snapping, stepping down the street thing AND look menacing at the same time? Dude, where the hell was she when I needed to beat the crap out of a doc who wanted to inject me with radioactive iodine, having kind of neglected the little phrase, "anaphlactic shock," on my chart?

And, um, you ARE pretty.

Norma translation: rolling on floor laughing my ass off while peeing in my pants.

That said, I am so jealous you get to meet Rabbitch and she gets to meet you and TMK! Grr! But, then, since the Dallas trip and the harlot sighting, I now have an insatiable need to meet knit bloggers. I am convinced they are the coolest people on earth. Ever.

Also, I feel sorry for the Manland escapees. TMK, go easy on them hon. They're just men. Hee!

I am send TMK all of the woman energy I can muster and hoping htat the escapees from manland have enough sense to keep their mouths shut and know when it is time to beat a hasty retreat.

I tend to think that those allowed out into the Real World from Manland have generally been tested and found able to communicate with real people. Think of them as emmissaries. You might not always get them, but in the interest of international relations, you gotta try to be nice. Even if Manland sends you a truck o' schmucks.
Good luck with that.
Have fun with Rabbitch. I hope she commemorates the occasion with a special swear word, just for you.

In a recent email, Rabbitch said she is actually shy (!) and will most likely spend the lunch under the table, sucking her thumb.

Hands up anyone who believes this.

If Rabbitch does indeed spend the lunch under the table sucking her thumb, will she be wearing her underwear on her head? If so, please post pictures. And give her a hug for me. (but not if the underwear's on her head. I have my standards.)

TMK, give 'em hell. I may have to go to manland this evening to buy more clamps. Coz it really is true that you can never have enough clamps.

now you have me snapping my fingers and whisting. when you're a jet you're a jet all the way.

Scottish. It explains everything. Well, everything except why I'm in Canada and why I hop over the border so often.

But yeah, apart from that, all is now clear.

Take it easy on the Manland emissaries. I am surrounded by them in my family -- husband, 2 sons -- and really, they're not all that bad. Although sometimes a little dope slap can do wonders to improve their attitude.

"I’m not sure which, but she seems suspiciously comfortable on both sides of the border."

HAHAHAHAHA. Ask her why I laugh. Ha!

You'll love her. She's a doll.

Thanks a bunch. Now I've got "I'll Feel Pretty" stuck in my head. You can do a lot a damage with a blog, you know. Well, off to face the world feeling ever so perky.

Ryan - I, too, feared attached I-cord until I made the little flower petal bib from One Skein by Leigh Radford - it is the nicest finishing detail EVER and so easy, I PROMISE. Even easier than CROCHET! I recommend giving it a shot.