The other day, David was sitting at his desk reading e-mail when he suddenly burst out laughing. "My mother actually wrote the word 'fart'," he said, by way of explanation.
"And yet she can't say or write my name," I responded. "Of course, one of those is a dirty word, and the other is a bodily function."
And we're planning on spending a night with his folks on our Midwest trip - it should be very interesting. At least there's a motel right next door.
FO! Well, almost.
Only seven more rounds to go on sock #2, pair #2, but I figured I've been bildfrei long enough. The photo doesn't really render the colors well enough to make out how different this colorway is from the previous pair. It's much more purple in real life, compared to much more brown in the first pair. I think it will meet my niece's criterion of primary importance, though, which is "not too girly".