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Thursday, September 27, 2007

You're all a bunch of enablers (and I hope you never stop!)

You people are not helping! I put my problems out there into the ether of cyberspace, hoping some kind soul will say just the right thing to save me from myself. Instead, you all gang up on me! Never mind that I'm happy knitting socks (but did I not feel a moment of frustration just now, while knitting, a feeling of "will this ever end?" Though that could be attributed to my over-enthusiasm in casting on no less than three different pairs. Really, that's all it is!) Nope. You all chime in "Spin! It's fun! Come over to the Dark Side!"

And still I try to resist, and still you keep at me. (Never mind that my birthday's coming up, and I keep picturing myself coming home from a celebratory trip to the yarn store with a drop spindle and a bag of roving the size of myself....I virtuously put the image out of my mind. Resist!) I try to deny the idea that Resistance is Futile. I was doing fine at that.

Until my sister offered me a date with a llama. (How am I going to explain that one to Mr.Q? "Honey, we need to talk. There's something I have to tell you. Maybe you should sit down. I've been seeing someone else....") If there are ducks, too, I give up!

6 comments:

Sarah from the Kootenays said...

Actually, llama shearing season does in fact coincide very nicely with when the adorable little ducklings are hatching alongside their gosling friends down at Elizabeth lake. Just a little trivia, not meant in any way whatsoever to entice you to come for a spring visit and spin....

Sarah from the Kootenays said...

I did infact click on the duck link and thought of offering you cheescake as well but I was trying to be subtle.

Sarah from the Kootenays said...

Oh the good ol days where people used telephones for this sort of thing:P

By the by, at a concert tonight you were well thought of. His name was Kelly Joe Phelps and one of the lines in his songs was "she had two headds and their name was Gladys and they were always fighting over shoes."
Couldn't help but think of our own dear Mrs. Quimby....

Sarah from the Kootenays said...

Okay I just am trying to wrap my head around the who what where and why that would lead to Spock singing that particular ditty.....

Rabbitch said...

one of us.

Rebecca said...

ah heck, go straight for a spinning wheel. :)