When the first thing that happens in your day is that your pajamas get burrs on them, you can’t help but be suspicious about what comes next.
Today and yesterday, F. was here quilting for the last time before she moves to Montana. We got a lot done and it was extremely entertaining to boot. The previous evening, I had a conversation with my friend B. in which she blamed her lack of quilting on not having anyone to quilt with. I scolded her for a lack… Read more »
Me: “God!!!!” K.: “Yes?” Me: “If you were really God, you could get rid of all these span tags for me.” K.: “When a man is given span tags, he has them forever. When they are taken away without any work on his part… he’s… an ungrateful… (pause)… fuck!” Me: “You have no idea where you’re going with that, do… Read more »