Don't mind the bollocks

I feel like a complete spaz today. I didn't feel like going to dance class tonight, so much so that I just signed up for the Wednesday class too (they let you pay by the class) so that when I feel too lazy on Mondays it won't put me behind.

I'm still a little annoyed about last week's class. The lady had promised not to try and make us learn a dance, but she's been sneaking one in lately...I do not want to learn a dance right now. It is hard enough getting some of these moves straight without having to worry about transitioning from one to another. You'd think this would occur to the lady, but I guess she couldn't help herself. Maybe she was getting bored.

So instead of dance class, I'm going to work on my other insane hobby, knitting. I started this durn thing over the weekend. I think it's going to be a makeup bag or something. And it's pink. I was looking at pattern books at Borders this weekend and realized my ADD was never going to let me actually stick to any of them. But so far it's going ok. How hard is it to knit two rectangles anyway?  I've realized too late that the thing is going to need some kind of liner, but I think I can finagle something that doesn't look too stupid. What's up with that, though? The intricate and painstaking weaveage of yarn ain't enough, I gotta sew a liner in too?

Shut up, Emily. Nobody's making you do it.

I figure I'll be an expert at knitting little rectangular bags pretty soon, and you'll all get little hand-knit rectangular bags for your birthdays. You can put whatever kind of shit you want in them--I don't really need to know about it.

I went to lunch early today so I could go home and knit...also to let the plumber in...and to keep Minnie occupied so he could work. I'm sure he was asking himself why is this woman sitting there knitting, with hot pink yarn no less, in the middle of the workday. Or do plumbers think about things like that? He's probably thinking hardcore plumber thoughts. I should have asked.

That's about all I got for you today. Except maybe this: Pretty much the best e-mail I've gotten all week:

So I am walking around today and one of the high school girls that seem to clog perfectly good beaches walks by me staring at my midsection. I though I had something on me or something (like a bee) and stared jumping around waving my arms like a retard. I am pretty sure that reactions like that are why I have trouble in the girlfriend department.

Comments

[Scott]

Nice paraphrase - mine wasn't nearly so eloquent. I tell you what - it is hard work being me.

[Emily]

Goofus, I copied and pasted it right out of your email. You're a better writer than you think. Watch out for high school girls this week...