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Guy Friend Opens His Gift

After begging like a dog and giving me sad puppy dog eyes, I relented and allowed Guy Friend to open his gift.

He seemed happy.

And then he went to the bathroom to look at himself.

He said that he looked like a Jamaican.

I’m not sure if this was a compliment or not.  I offered to knit him some dreadlocks to accompany the beanie.  He laughed.

So, at this point I have no idea if he likes it or not.

Soccer Chick confessed that he’s picky.

Do me a favor, please.  If you ever get the sense that I want to knit something for a teenager, STOP me!  Inundate my blog with comments warning AGAINST this.

That’s all.

Christmas Memory #15

When I was about nine years old, my family moved from a big city in Colorado to a small town in south Alabama.  It’s the kind of town where everyone knows everyone.

We did not have family close by, so neighbors and friends filled in the gap during holidays, even giving us gifts.

The first year, my sister and I opened up strange presents…underwear…lacy underwear…from our step-dad’s employee and his wife.

I remember that we looked at each other incredulously…wide eyes evidence of our shock.  My mom got a good laugh.  I was embarrassed.

Who gives their boss’s kids underwear?

I had a hard time looking at that man the next few times I saw him, and believe me, he was around a lot…small town and all.

What strange and/or inappropriate gifts have you received over the years?

Oops, He Did It Again

Before

Rooster Procrastinates Again!

Rooster Procrastinates Again!

After

Chicky's Turn To Dry

Need I say more?