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PoopLife has transpired against me. I am missing out of a day of knitting and/or spinning with my Georgia friends and getting to hear the Harlot speak. I’m probably a little more bitter about it than I should be, but this is the equivalent of knowing the Dali Lama is going to be in the next town over and you have no legs and arms and can’t even crawl over to see him. Related posts:11 comments to Poop |
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I’ll have to find a way to make it up to you.
I feel for you
I just wish the Harlot would get a little closer to here.
I feel your pain. Here, a local design shop has a couple sale days during the year where they sell buttons (a whole room full of buttons!) and high-end fabrics at super good prices…. and I missed the last one because I had to travel that day. : ( It still hurts.
Life can be such a jerk sometimes.
I’m sorry….I can’t go either….I’m sure if we sent her a letter she would come to Birmingham…..just for all of us unfortunate souls who were unable to attend!!!
Oh craptacular!
I am throwing a temper tantrum in your honor right now.
I blame Karl Rove.
missed you today!
I MISSED YOU!!! I made it down there and looked and looked and looked for you. Then I found Claudia and she said you couldn’t make it. Dammit!!!!
EvilScienceChick was there? I was helping Kim (Knitch owner) so I was the one at the table when Harlot was signing books. I was the unofficial photographer, everyone gave me their cameras to take their pics with her. I wonder if I saw ESC and din’t know it?!?! OMG!!
I am so bummed you weren’t there. But I’ll see you at SAF.
I stashed her for you. She’s in my barn. Bring me the fleece of a golden alpaca and she’s all yours!
Stick – I was there! the fat chick in the pink shirt with the ridiculous small hank of my first handspun sporting googly eyes pinned on.
also, carrying a garbage bag of hats. HEAVY HEAVY HATS!