Okay, just briefly: You know how I love the comments people make on my blogs, don't you, my darling invisible friend? I cannot tell you how it lifts my spirits to read:
Anonymous said... [in reference to my less than brilliant cement work]
"If you are going to be dumb you better be tough" -cadre member. Still rings true today.. :-)
July 25, 2010 6:28 AM
Anonymous said... [in reference to my stump battle]
C4 shapedcharge+detcord+detonator = 15 second solution to your problem.But it´s more fun this way, isn´t it? ;-)I predict this will be a tale of epic proportions that will involve princesses in distress, horses and a couple of white knights and a few dark spells before you lot are done.
July 19, 2010 1:02 PM
These comments were made by a dear friend who likes to tell me to shut up and question my higher brain function. Yes, he gets away with it. No, you really shouldn't try it. Because I said so. Because he is who he is. Okay, look. At this point, you need to get California-zen with it: Accept...and let go. Accept...and let go.
One of my favorite comments so far also comes from the post about my misadventure with concrete and was posted as follows:
You are officially the worst lesbian I know.
July 26, 2010 8:36 PM
Not only did this provoke shrieks of laughter--which I probably shouldn't have done in the coffee shop with free WiFi, live and learn--but it was very similar to the comment a neighbor made. She saw the cement creations, heard the story and studied me a moment before saying, "You know, a real lesbian would have done a better job."
I could hardly argue with her. Hell, not many people could have done a worse job. This does, however, beg the question. What is it about being straight, or more precisely, a straight woman that makes one less capable in home repair? Is it my appreciation of Mr. Happy as a playmate? Am I so distracted by the cheerful nature of this organ that I cannot, even away from its presence, work on the house or start new projects without injury?
If this is the case, does it also apply across gender lines?
Or maybe, just maybe, I am a complete klutz who should be monitored at all times.
Nahhhh, that can't be it.