What Ann needs . . . . (posted by Ann)
I'm very glad to hear that you are doing better. I hope everything works out so you don't have to have any procedures I can't pronounce. I agree that Alex has the Grandmother thing nailed down pretty well, he's a smart boy.
So, I just happen to have the same first name as a very controversial public figure, so I got some good hits. Take a look.
1. Ann needs to get some Revlon's Cherries in the Snow, the ho's lipstick of choice. (That was my first clue that this could be bad)
2. Ann Needs to Get Ahold of Herself. (Amen!)
3. Ann is in desperate need of surgery. (True - would you please start up the liposuction machine?)
4. Ann needs a stylist. (Trust me, she's coming to my house on Sunday. I know you can see the gray, so can I.)
5. Ann needs a new Tricycle. (This is my favorite, I could really get into it!)
6. Ann needs help. (Duh)
7. Ann needs help with an eating disorder. (See #3, we have this handled already)
8. Ann needs help with a gambling disorder. (Actually, I'd rather eat than gamble. See #3 again.)
9. Ann needs a cheeseburger. There is actually a site to promote this, here is the link. http://www.democracymeansyou.com/articles/articlepf.php?ID=290
10. Ann needs to stop talking so much.
I love your new dishrag pattern, but I'm staying true to the ballband. I have knitted in all the cities I've been in this week, and have 2 new dishrags to show for it. I will hold you to the Yarn School next year.
Steve seems to have survived the first week of school, and I've almost survived this week though I've been up between 3 and 4 AM every day. Let's just say that I'm a little tired. The best part of the week has been shopping and dinner with the 3rd sister in Atlanta. It was great to see her, and she and David are coming to visit next weekend. We will be busy, with tickets to Wicked and to King Tut and an evening sailing on the lake. I promise pictures.
Okay, here's my favorite wacko story for the week. I'm in the Philadelphia airport today, walking to my gate. It's pretty crowded, what with the lines to get ice cream and food, so I'm winding my way through when I spot this woman. A very large woman. Standing in the middle of the walkway, stopping traffic, and doing that maneuver where you take your bra off without removing your shirt by pulling the strap out of your sleeve. I'm watching, thinking surely she's not doing what I think she's doing, when she whips out this absolutely enormous brassiere and dangles it from one hand. It was leopard print.
Just when I think I've gone too far, someone raises the bar.