Oh god, this makes me remember back to our maybe when hubz and I had been together for about a year. We were sitting on his parent's porch and I was one stair up, and I saw this dark spot at the base of his neck. I rubbed at it and guessed it was a blackhead, and asked if he wanted me to squeeze 'er out. He was all…

Okay, this is great. But how long until sexist jerks revoke the edits?

I can't say he's horse-faced, as that would be an insult to horses. AND THOSE FUCKING TEETH OMG.

I LOLed in the middle of an office today when I read about Warren Kinsella posting "suck it, Gilmour" to his blog, then had to embark on a long, painful explanation of who they all were. Totes embarrassing.

Are you fb friends with Warren Kinsella? Because that's what he posted to his blog this morning!

A, we may have dated the same scrawny dude. I remember it fondly. I mean, him... I remember him fondly.

Oh right, writer's unions and everything. I was sort of conflating it with the "starving artist doing anything for exposure" thing. Which also doesn't make sense, but whatevs.

Whoa, dejá vu.

But do secret script polishers get paid?

Except that it sounds like a stripper name. So they would pretend to know her anyway.

Haha yes. My first thought was that it'll be justification for evo-psychs to say that ladies are naturally more interested in "feathering the nest."

Belay, belay. It is actually fleece fresh off the sheep... they must be very clean. I've spun raw before, but that stuff smells like... barn, you know?

Sorry for the double post, kinja wasn't letting me edit the first one.

It wouldn't be raw wool. It's been washed and is mostly free of vegetable matter, but still uncarded.

It wouldn't be raw wool. It's been washed and is mostly free of vegetable matter, but still uncarded.

I've competed in two sheep-to-shawls. It's a fuckload of fun.

I'm GryffindorGryffindor, apparently, but I'm kind of the "Neville." A bit scaredy and incompetent until forced by my stupidly brave and headlong friends into picking up the pieces and holding down the fort.

I would have been clinging to him. I wondered at one point how calmly they were taking the whole thing!

Omg I was dying!

Expected outcome does not always follow intent. So yes, I'd rip your pedantic head off.