"If you don't think there's an appropriate use for the word "fuck," you are at the wrong blog." *snortchokesnort* Bwahaha!
Flirtopause. I laughed, but then I cried. I think I past that a while ago. I think I'm in Momopause - all the attractive men I meet are young enough to think of me as the mom type. Or the grandmom type, gods forbid. Excuse me, I'm just going to get my shawl...
Hey, at least you know you have great taste in gin.
You had me at Calvinball.
I am horribly shy at parties where I dont know anyone too. It was hard for me at first to join the arvada knitters at first, but at least I got to hide behind some yarn.
Lyda, for one, you hardly look the grandmotherly type. But even if you did? You could make yourself a fabulous lace shawl (look! Knitting reference! I get two points!)
I may not know men, I may not know geography, I may not know much at all... but I know my alcohol.
I *so* want to start a Calvinball league.
Oh, Kari... you should have seen me when I first started going to Posh knitting nights.
Funny....the sentiments of this post kept reminding me of high school dances.
I'm there for the Calvinball League.
Would a Fantasy Calvinball League be redundant?
Omigosh... you're right! It's strongly reminiscent of being a wallflower or one of the guys or... any number of other things that happened (to me) during high school dances.
I think a Calvinball Fantasy League would be necessary.
Lace shawls and Calvinball Fantasy League - where else but AntiM?
These days, I'm feeling older than the diety of your choice... Sitting with a shawl and my knitting doesn't sound so bad...
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