JennaMagpie
Jenna Magpie
JennaMagpie

In addition to it being time consuming, it also requires a ridiculously huge amount of the fur to equal out to a usable spinnable amount. I knit and am learning to spin, and I've watched in stunned silence several times when a friend will come out to a knit night, drag a completely full trashbag (sourced from over a

Thanks for putting this in a much clearer way then my own brain was tumbling (late night - drunk neighbors playing and eventually losing to the homemade fireworks meant sleep was fickle and the caffeine isn't spinning the gears smoothly). I have been desperately trying to catch that thought for a while now as for

Or roped to your dad as he lets you and your big brother attempt to 'Superman' fly during just the outer edges of a much much smaller hurricane.

I don't know - I grew up with a Marine Pilot dad, with loads of growly mountain men goduncles and my husband is in the same mold... and they would all go back for a cat. A dog. One goduncle, during a housefire - got all 3 of his kids and his wife out and then went back for the guinea pigs and the rabbits. The last was

What, actually THINK before bombarding a man with idiotic questions? Surely you jest. Reporters just don't DO that, don't you know.

Seriously? This is a surprise that required study? Height, Weight, Age, Sexual Experience, Education and Income - most folks don't even consider it lying to answer questions from those big 6 evasively (if not outright blatant lies - I remember a college friend getting pissed beyond words when I was asked as I came in

For that? No - but for other things, eventually. I had just reacted in a blind panic, slugged him, and ran. Mainly afraid with the way things tend to go, he might get fired but I'd get charged with assault.

If you ever figure it out, drop me a line and let me know as well? In my case, it's not my mom - it's my husband. He was a powerlifter for years, starting at about 15 and that drastically & permanently changes your body. His bone density levels are insane and once he stopped lifting and working out (and yes, taking

Your mouth to god's ear - I don't get it at all. I've read her stuff and I'm trying to not feel too bitter about the half a million book deal for drug fueled mania when I'm a writer myself... but at the end of it, I can't get past the whole "I'm sitting ~HERE~ doing angel dust and the heroin gets here in an hour" and

Lovely is perfectly acceptable. Ten years together and 6 married so we're definitely on our way to happily ever after. And all that... on only one date and done. Not too shabby! I hope you have someone in your life just as lovely (and goofy. Sweet. Smart. And more!) or will find yours soon.

Amen! My fil is a chef at a local reception hall (they just finished filming an episode of Bridezilla there actually) and people just... are insane. I was lucky, I just basically had to show up on time - my husband has worked in the industry off and on since he was a kid (he has a DJ business on the side in addition

Here's hoping this is true. I can type fast, I can print fast, and if you give me the tools requires I can even do some halfway decent calligraphy and even illumination style artsy writing - and I can do all of the above with both hands even as I'm ambidextrous. But my cursive looks like you handed a chimp a leaky pen

It's only fair you do - we women as a group tend to lie through our teeth about our ~weights~ so men should have something they fudge. But it's actually really nice to hear a man admit guys do it. I don't get the vanity sizing thing myself - but that might be simply because shopping is such a miserable experience for

No, in my case it's more of a near Pavlovian reaction of "Oh. OH! Tall Girl. ANOTHER TALL GIRL! Weeeeeee" (as if all we need to be friends is the same despair of having to wear flood pants.) I DO stand straighter though, but not to out tall. It's just some back part of my brain suddenly hears my gran's voice and a

Yup, they do. The worse offender is actually my husband back when we were dating. You see, he was CONVINCED he was 5'11. Now, I'm tall. If I hang on the inversion board for a bit (I've broken my back in a few places and on bad days can lose some height) so everything is in place, I AM 6'2 in my bare feet. I own that.

That's a possibility of course, but I'm glad it also is funny to someone else. For me, I think it's as much a case of how very different he IS from how he can APPEAR to strangers. Yes, he can be protective, and yes he can back it up (thankfully, he is the ~right~ kind of protective. He knows women can take care of

It happens from time to time when out with my husband - but that's mainly because my husband is so scary-good at fading away to people watch. (It's one of the thing that caught his attention about me - he can't 'fade' from my view, I always see him. Which he loves... and makes him crazy.) He has worked a bunch of

Hell - I'd be happy to add to the kitty for that sit down chat and playlist. And I even promise to break into fangush sobs too so you don't feel weird.

Oh... god. I put my bra on every day by using the upside down/backward front attach and then swivel approach - and I get dressed BEFORE caffeine is applied to my desperate brain. I don't even what to think what a misfiring 3,800 volts to the nipples feels like first thing in the morning. I applaud the effort to find a