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I cannot make any more friends with B last names.
There just isn't room for them in my address book. This register is closed, people. Unexpectedly. The S and W pages are always packed to the brim, given the family names. But the Bs? Where did they come from?
I highly recommend deciding you need to reup your address book during the first half of the year, instead of the mad December rush. I'm sure people must laugh when they get calls from me only in December and they realize it's because I just "found" their number in my address book when I started to count up the annual Christmas Card tally.
Given that, I've been burning up the telephone/email and text message wires* and have found that yet ANOTHER cousin will be getting married...IN MARCH. Hello that is three family weddings in three years. You know they're all doing this just to hurt me and not because they love the guy or anything (yes, people who don't know me, I am kidding.). Because I really need the extra bit of annual confirmation that I am the old haggedy spinster of the fam! As if I don't already get that on Christmas, Valentine's Day, my birthday, and any other time when you perhaps might not want to be alone.
Maybe I can start bringing portable TVs with me to the receptions, and my knitting, and maybe a box of tissues and some cough drops. To truly represent the haggedy spinsterness in all its glory. And so I won't have to miss any TV shows, not that they're usually on the same nights as the weddins.
So the cooking with intention thing? Yeah, that didn't happen Tuesday, or yesterday, and it won't happen tonight either. But Friday? Friday it will happen because I took out some insurance on the scheme: I invited people over! And although it would be hilarious to open the door and say "Oh, you came over for dinner, I hope you brought the food!", I think I'll manage to cook at least the main course!
OK I have to go because my fingers are literally so cold right now that typing is painful. I guess when you live in a 900 degree oven at home, it's extra difficult for your body to handle, say, your office heater NOT WORKING AT ALL and having the entire room be only about 10 degrees warmer than it is outside. Brrrrrrrrrrr.
All wrapped up in my winter coat at my desk, it's like I came in today costumed as the Abominal Snowman!!!
*In related news, I may have late-onset dyslexia as every number I have dialed in the past two days, I have dialed wrong the first, second, and sometimes third times.
Posted by Duff at December 07, 2006
I'd better already be in there.
Posted by: jackie at December 7, 2006 10:36 AM
what about a cat? i think you are suppose to have a cat to really be a spinster. Plus, talk about something new to blog about! I'd LOVE to be reading Karolyn's Knitting Kat blog right now. (Sorry, you'll have to change the spelling of your name.)
Posted by: melanie at December 7, 2006 10:50 AM
Dude bring your ipod and watch the episodes on that. At least it is light weight and you probably have it on you anyway.
Posted by: Amy at December 7, 2006 12:47 PM
Ack! Did I make the cut?
Posted by: Jan at December 7, 2006 01:07 PM
Sounds very Ms. Havisham.
Posted by: sara at December 7, 2006 02:14 PM
Oh, how I wish I'd had a TV and knitting at the last wedding reception I was forced to attend....
Posted by: alice at December 7, 2006 02:39 PM
No heat? Today??? I can't imagine thinking, let alone typing.
Posted by: Mary at December 7, 2006 04:36 PM
Why do office maintenance companies insist on keeping offices at sub-arctic temperatures? I have never worked anywhere that kept my office at a normal temperature. It's my MNO section that's always the fullest.
Yeah, Melanie is right, you need some cats. Like 12 or so. And also to start wearing a lot of floral print, pleated skirts and comfortable shoes. THEN you can claim haggedy spinster status. Until then, don't be silly.
Posted by: jen at December 8, 2006 01:00 AM
I just ordered these for Lala, who always works in offices with horribly cold climes.
http://www.usbgeek.com/prod_detail.php?prod_id=0356
Posted by: Rachael at December 8, 2006 04:34 AM
Whew. Snuck in under the wire.
Posted by: claudia at December 8, 2006 09:31 AM
This reminds me of one of Audrey Hepburn's lines from Charade: "I already know an awful lot of people and until one of them dies I couldn't possibly meet anyone else."
Posted by: Hope at December 10, 2006 09:19 AM
those plates...adorable.
Posted by: .25 kid at December 12, 2006 02:49 PM