No time to actually write anything these days, so here’s a nugget from Scott Adams: he invited his blog readers to submit lines that could almost make sense as song lyrics, Rivo Drei set it to music, and a reader even made it into a video.
It’s actually kind of catchy. I say we all start calling up our local Clearchannel station and asking them “Hey, can you play She Amazed Me?”
Son: Can I open my Junior Mints now?
Me: Wait until we get home, I don’t want open candy in the car. You know what happens if it gets lost in the car until summer.
Son: It melts into the carpet.
Me: And you know what happens then.
Son: …
Me: Then I have to kill you.
Son: Not today though.
Me: No, it would be months from now. I’d find melted chocolate in my car and say, “I’m going to kill that kid!”
Son: I’d put up a fight.
Me: Yeah, but I’m old and sneaky.
Son: Don’t you mean old and creaky?
Me: Smartass.
Son: I’m young and sneaky.
Me: You’re young and smartass.
By this point he was laughing too much to offer any further repartee.
Last week I was knitting merrily away at dishrag #6… and I dropped a stitch.
I have no idea how to recover from that. I tried to tease it back up through the rows of yarn, but I only made it worse.
So I put the thing aside, and it languished on the couch for four or five days. Last night I picked it up, pulled it all apart, and started over from scratch.
I know it’s possible to recover from mistakes like that, but I don’t know how. Until I do, dishrags are going to be the most complicated things I’m willing to tackle—at least if I have to start over, it’s not that bad.
Meanwhile I’ve got about a dozen cross-stitch projects half-finished in my project bag… one day perhaps I’ll get to those again.
One night my son asked me when I’d be done with my homework. I said, “Oh… sometime in May.”