naughty, naughty!
Hello. Before I hint at my scandalous story, I will apologize (isn't it poor form to begin a talk/oration/address with an apology?) for not writing about the engagement yet. I will post all the details of that soon; I just wanted to reserve some time so I could do it justice ("Um yeah, like K asked me if I wanted to marry him, and I was all, yeah.") and include pictures and make sure I remembered all the little cute things. So that will come soon. Until then, perhaps you can answer me this:Why is it that my breasts/ass always get groped at BLS dinner receptions? I'm not upset, I'm just puzzled. If it happens next year, then I think we've got ourselves a correlation, my friends.
posted by siobhan @ 3:01 PM
4 Comments:
What! You were groped!! I am appaled!!
Tell me who did it. I will punch his/her lights out!
Eeek! Poor Jacqueline! Why do people feel the need to grope? Does anybody actually enjoy the feeling?
Grope them back. Teach all men like that a LESSON!!
I am thinking it is probably correlated, in some way, with Esther's comment, on reading our proposed symposium budget, that we needed A LOT more alcohol.
Just a thought.
You are knitting socks? I want to see! I just started a baby blanket for a friend of mine at work. She is due in May so I will be logging many, many hours on it over the next month or so. Also, I'm finishing a stuffed fox and a cardigan. And completing my transformation into Little Old Lady Who Talks To Cats AND Knits.
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