I realize this is probably going to be a very rough time for you, and I'm sympathetic in that regard. I am writing to you to thank you for having a spine. Thank you for not doing the walk of shame at the press conference to tell the world that while yes your husband has been naughty, you will still stand by your man because he's in politics. Thank you for saying fuck that shit and slapping his ass with a legal separation. You go girl. Show your boys that it's not okay to cheat so they can be real men when they grow up and not dicks.
¶ 2:44 PM
No college-age daughter would brag to her parents that she's had all of her hair lasered off on her legs, under arms and bikini line. Not unless she wants her mother to think she's working the pole when she's not at school - because there's no other realistic way for a young adult to pay for the procedures when the bank of mom and dad are coughing up for school. Granted, she could have found some sort of sugar-daddy arrangement who has decided to fork over the dough, but we could debate if being an expensive whore is better than dancing on the pole.
I also don't care how much of a sasquatch dear old dad is - I don't think he's going to want mom to schedule his appointment either.
As for your actual target demographic - oh yes, I can see where getting rid of my chin hairs permanently might have an attraction, but I don't really want them mentioned in the same conversation as my daughter's bikini line.
¶ 7:12 PM
Piddleloop, a Ravelry friend, is selling knitting bags and accessories this week for the benefit of another Ravelry friend - we all have bassets in common. Our mutual friend, Amymacbeth, lost Hannah yesterday, after emergency splenectomy to try remove a cancerous mass. But now she's stuck with more than $3k of vet bills, and she doesn't have the cash. She's selling pottery on eBay, but I can't find a link to that.
Here's a pic of Hannah:
She loved cottage cheese and stealing Kleenex.
¶ 12:29 PM
This: (which is black-faced liecester dyed in Deep Blue Sea colors by Gale's Art)
Has been turned into this:
It's navajo plied and unfortunately very over twisted. I tried for a more uniform ply, but I am still pretty new at this sort of thing. I may have plied in the wrong direction too. It's very springy, even after drying with a weight hanging from it. 243 yards, 4 oz. That puts it close to Aran/DK weight, and yes, I have no idea what to do with it. I had lots of offers for it at the event Saturday - or more correctly, I had people tell me I could sell it as an "art yarn" for big bucks, but no one actually offered me any money. I think it's lovely.
Next on the wheel is an abby sock batt. Yum.
¶ 12:19 PM
This rather schizophrenic blog was started as a fictional blog, written by a character of a story. I've since taken it over for writing personal stuff I don't mind sharing with anyone who cares.
I am also writing thoughts about writing and stories that move me.
Anything not marked might be just me, Georg, posting as myself.
It's just this blog, okay? Some of it is story. Some of it is animals. Some of it is knitting. It's a blog.
For story #1, I do recommend starting from the beginning of this blog if you haven't read this before.
Please start at the beginning.
I did mean it to be for http://www.nanowrimo.org - but I never got quite got it done under the wire.
Jeannie is the author/main character.
Frank is her husband. Poor man.
Tony is musician/singer.
Angie is a teenager, who was Jeannie's best friend. Now currently dead.
Honestly, there is no connection between Jeannie and me and Frank and my husband.
Frank and Ether. This will be much weirder than Frank and Jeannie. I like the name Frank. No one expects a Frank to lie.
A desert story. Anna is the main character. Currently there is only her little brother and an old servant, and a mysterious redhead.
The necro story. A young necromancer heads off to the Hated Ones to find her trousseau.