Oh, Frabjous Day!
Oh, lucky lucky me! All a'y'all are gonna be SO jealous, when you hear that
I have actually been ASKED -- indeed, there was a measure of pleading involved -- by the darling pregnant junior colleague, to knit the raw chicken Viking hat for her baby.
I tell you, the universe showers blessings upon me. I should spend more time being grateful.
Yes. So I get to knit the raw chicken Viking hat, and enjoy the raw chicken Viking hat, and take the raw chicken Viking hat to colloquia, and even knit on it while we're interviewing Theater Professors -- that should separate out the One Who Can Actually Manage Being In The Department from all the rest of 'em -- and blog the raw chicken Viking hat ad infinitum, which, as you'll notice, involves typing "raw chicken Viking hat" over and over and then linking to the same said raw chicken Viking hat, in case anybody missed it --
AND then I get to get the thing out of the house and only see it occasionally at parties.
Oh, my life is good. Good, I tell you.
Now then.
As, it seems, I have discovered a willingvictim cohort in this said junior professor, I wonder if she thinks that the English Breakfast Hat and Purse Ensemble would go well with the baby's raw chicken Viking hat.
They'd be SO cute together, doncha think?
And surely by the time she goes up for tenure everybody will have forgotten about the outfits she wore before the hormones fell back into reasonable order....
I have actually been ASKED -- indeed, there was a measure of pleading involved -- by the darling pregnant junior colleague, to knit the raw chicken Viking hat for her baby.
I tell you, the universe showers blessings upon me. I should spend more time being grateful.
Yes. So I get to knit the raw chicken Viking hat, and enjoy the raw chicken Viking hat, and take the raw chicken Viking hat to colloquia, and even knit on it while we're interviewing Theater Professors -- that should separate out the One Who Can Actually Manage Being In The Department from all the rest of 'em -- and blog the raw chicken Viking hat ad infinitum, which, as you'll notice, involves typing "raw chicken Viking hat" over and over and then linking to the same said raw chicken Viking hat, in case anybody missed it --
AND then I get to get the thing out of the house and only see it occasionally at parties.
Oh, my life is good. Good, I tell you.
Now then.
As, it seems, I have discovered a willing
They'd be SO cute together, doncha think?
And surely by the time she goes up for tenure everybody will have forgotten about the outfits she wore before the hormones fell back into reasonable order....
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