Well! I was going to start a silly little thread about how I’m in love with the new scissors I bought because they cut through bookcloth like it’s butter. But then I Googled “scissors” to try and find a link to the scissors I bought, and I found this site instead. (work-safe, but not brain- or coochie- or ding-dong-safe) So, of course, I had to share. Though, considering the way my threads usually go, I’ll be sharing it with maybe two of you. Anyway, owwwwwww.
not that it matters any more whimper but these are my beautiful scissors
Oooh…I have a pair of those Gingher scissors. Yummy. Like buttuh, indeed!
And my family has been threatened that if they use “Mommy’s shiny scissors” for cutting paper, they will find themselves with a pair of scissors (but not the shiny ones, I’ll use a pair of dull Fiskars) rammed in their crotch. Or eyeball. I’m not picky.
So we can work this around to no hijack at all, if you wish!
Mmmm . . . no. Photos of cute guys in eyeliner are welcome, however. Especially if they’re single and live near Boston. And sumbissive. Mmmm . . . wanders off to repeatedly jam crotch with something unlike scissors
