Well, you all know I will try and knit just about anything - I just found a new source of inspiration. I don't know where this knitting obsession came from - a lot of it is mental; I actually think it makes a big difference to my state of mind, and helps make me the reasonably calm person I am most of the time. Plus homemade socks are awesome! Let me know if you ever want a pair...
Some other things that I find therapeutic are doing this blog thing, though most of the time I don't say anything of much import, and music, which I crank up whenever I do dishes and housework (which is a fair slice of my free time). Exercise helps a bit too, but not as much as those other things.
Why is this man getting some? He just had a highly publicised affair (how bourgeois) with his secretary, who is 23 years younger. I swear, it's a man's world. A woman of the same age and equivalent attractiveness would not be knocking boots with her young male secretary, I'm pretty sure.
These commercials freak me out. If you haven't seen them, they feature a car of people (usually a Benetton-like mix of colors and ages) chatting up their wives, or the movie they just saw, when suddenly out of the blue they slam into another car. My knee-jerk reaction is not favorable to VW - now VWs and crashing are inextricably linked in my brain, instead of VWs and pot, or VWs and bobos or VWs and mystery solving teens.
Here's a concept - a Christian sexual aids store. I was more than a little disappointed that there were no actual Christian sex toys. Just don't use the Angel Gabriel condoms - they totally don't work.
My son saw this gadget that translate your cat's meows. I don't need a gadget to tell me what my cats want:
6:00 am smelly butt in my face = Get up and feed me bitch
Sitting on computer = Get up and feed me bitch
Stare = Get up and feed me bitch
Well, you get the picture...