Megan is one of the smartest people I know, and she's interested in so many things I never know where our conversations are going to go. She has a bawdy sense of humor, but she spares me the bawdiest. But sometimes she delights in embarrassing me. Oy! what did I do to deserve such a child?
The bag I've been crocheting just wasn't going the way I wanted it to, so I ripped out every single stitch and started all over again. I did make a keychain that will eventually become an integral part of the bag, but in the meantime, I can find my keys.
I'm using black, beige, brown and red yarns. Pretty colorful, but it'll be hard to misplace. I'm always putting down the black purse or the brown purse in places where they blend in. Yeah, I know: a place for everything and everything in its place. But I've never learned to live that way. Call me a slob.
There was a farbrengen at the shul this evening, but I decided at the last minute not to go. I probably missed something wonderful, but there are times when the recliner and a good book are too tempting to pass up.
And I'm sitting here trying to dislocate my jaw with yawning, so I guess I'll go to bed.
Shalom