I'm doing a meme taken from Knitgrrl. I'm going to ogle 007's supposedly hard and enormous calves tonight and I expect I may be too distracted to write anything cohesive.
The first sentence from the first blog posting of every month in 2006.
I love January. It's a new year with a whole new set of resolutions.
If Ignatieff becomes the leader of the liberal party I shall be chafed, there's just something about him.
So I finished my Canada Socks on the day of the closing ceremonies.
I think not bitches.
From my Aunt Sally (THE MOST LUCKY AUNT EVER):
"So, I am idly waiting in line at Fabricland to pay for sequins and beads (total $1.24), and thinking that all the staff time and paperwork to run this sale up is ridiculous, when I absent-mindedly fill out a form that seems to want my name and address.
My manboy and I took Wednesday off from work to go see Martin Short in his new play, Fame Becomes Me.
When my Mom lost her leg (if you find it let me know in the comments) she worked really hard at learning to walk with her prosthetic.
It's so hot that the wind feels less like fresh air and more like the pervert in the park licking my back.
Nothing cures the malaise like heading up north where the air was as cold as the beer and the family convened in great numbers...
I'm retaking Grade 12 Biology and it starts on Thursday.
A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away I had the good luck to find two very different women to live with in Montreal.
This is the funniest thing I've seen in days.