In which Thea starts turning into a little old lady...

Look, you can’t even see her head over the OP!

And her blinker’s been on for the past three miles.

Must have dyed her hair blue.

Maybe she forgot what she was going to do.

Laughing too hard to speak- er, post

Yeah, somehow the OP didn’t quite make it through. There was a post, though, really. Let me go into my history files and see if I can find it.

BTW, even as we post, Thiea is sitting here knitting away to the soothing tones of…

Billy Idol.

Nope, can’t find my OP. Darn.

Well, it had something to do with me liking Niel Diamond, taking up knitting as a hobby, cats playing with the yarn, and a fear that I might start crocheting doilies and covering my furniture with clear plastic.

Anyhoo, if I gotta knit, what better background music that Billy Idol’s Greatest Hits?

so let’s sink another drink/ cause it’ll give me time to think/ if I had the chance, I’d ask the world to dance/ and not be…


Grrrr. Arrrgh.

Ah, don’t sweat it Thea. Heck, I was just readin’ up on pinchle, and I’m not even 50 yet (but it is kinda hard to make out the letters).

Stones, anyone?

Umm, how many cats do you have, Thea?

If it’s more than 4, you could become the Old Cat Lady.

Just the two- Conan the Wonderkitty and Schrodinger the InvisiCat.

Dang, I’ve been knitting since I was 17. It’s one doggone long scarf, by golly!


Naw, by now it’s a rope.

And who’s this Neil Diamond kid?

Oops, excuse me, I’ve gotta go wind up the phonograph again.

BTW, Ringo, that’s spelled pinochle.