tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post2003921896974371102..comments2023-06-16T04:20:45.092-05:00Comments on BEHOLD MY BRILLIANCE *: Heard It Through The Grapevine.Penny Karma, aka the F-Bomb Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02920792594406507263noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post-61233403456286198282009-10-18T16:31:19.727-05:002009-10-18T16:31:19.727-05:00All I want is one of those shitty scarves. Mmm......All I want is one of those shitty scarves. Mmm...shitty scarves.<br /><br />SusanAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post-13405325769639700602009-10-17T13:46:40.388-05:002009-10-17T13:46:40.388-05:00You should totally do the covert glances, the shus...You should totally do the covert glances, the shushing motions, the meaningful looks. It would make your reunion so much more entertaining!Battyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03892116045581715793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post-74071635254918941652009-10-16T01:38:09.540-05:002009-10-16T01:38:09.540-05:00I didn't go to my recent 20 year HS reunion be...I didn't go to my recent 20 year HS reunion because of many reasons, not the least of which was that it was in August back in MD (a truly hellish time of year) but because all the douchebags I hated 20 years ago would see me and think they could treat me like they did 20 years ago, just some poor little white girl who didn't understand anything of the real world like THEY did.<br /><br />Most of them are pathetic now and ridiculous. I did everything I set out to do in life and more whilst they still sit there and complain how life is so unfair and no one recognises their genius. Blah. And nearly every single one of them has ballooned out...the same people who used to tease me mercilessly for being heavy in HS.<br /><br />I give you credit for going, and I hope you have a rockin' time. Show em your grit!ChestyLovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12252367020621459091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post-36020242903042240992009-10-15T23:01:32.314-05:002009-10-15T23:01:32.314-05:00I just want to bust into the reunion, fake smack R...I just want to bust into the reunion, fake smack R and yell "Whatcha' doing with my woman?!" <br /><br />SuperWife might be convinced to to participate if you promise her booze.<br /><br />And folks, don't let her fool you. I get LOTS of compliments from "Real Knitters" (the old ladies at church) about the quality of PK's work when I wear them.<br /><br />When we ran into Julie, I so wanted to smack PK on the butt and say "lets go sweet cheeks," but Julie's kids were there. <br /><br />ooooo - "accidently" call R "Kev" in front of her :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post-41910784659008850952009-10-15T16:56:39.451-05:002009-10-15T16:56:39.451-05:00Poops, I don't know if Mrs. Kev would be willi...Poops, I don't know if Mrs. Kev would be willing to don polygamist cult garb, but if the potential reward is to mindfuck some self-righteous douchebags, we might be able to talk her into it.Penny Karma, aka the F-Bomb Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02920792594406507263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post-76672167898226784672009-10-15T16:46:11.840-05:002009-10-15T16:46:11.840-05:00My most recent obsession is "market bags"...My most recent obsession is "market bags". You could make them cheaply (kitchen cotton) even for a fellow knitter. I'm planning on making them for Christmas gifts! (And you're saving the planet - less plastic bags ;) )elspethhttp://knitv.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post-48028133664122608522009-10-15T16:45:51.354-05:002009-10-15T16:45:51.354-05:00Oh, and I read your post whilst swallowing the las...Oh, and I read your post whilst swallowing the last of my sub-par meatloaf. So we were fellowshipping...Poopshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17174638845924331440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post-942119362505910282009-10-15T16:45:08.747-05:002009-10-15T16:45:08.747-05:00Or you could get a friend to dress up like one of ...Or you could get a friend to dress up like one of those odd cult/religions where they have braids and prairie dresses and introduce her as R's and your "wife". Reprimand her if she tries to make eye contact.<br /><br />And it's kind of fun to wear a badly knit scarf and when someone asks you if you knit, tell them, "Yes, since I was a little girl." That keeps 'em guessing.Poopshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17174638845924331440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post-62080253398582631972009-10-15T15:56:43.459-05:002009-10-15T15:56:43.459-05:00That thought certainly occurred to me too.That thought certainly occurred to me too.Penny Karma, aka the F-Bomb Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02920792594406507263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17399290.post-74675801186729425962009-10-15T14:53:01.565-05:002009-10-15T14:53:01.565-05:00Personally, I think you should REALLY mess with he...Personally, I think you should REALLY mess with her mind, and bring both R AND Kev. Introduce them as your husband and your (pause) *friend*. :D<br /><br />And since I was eating a peanut butter cup (or, um, five) while reading this, it's TOTALLY Fellowship.Trillian42https://www.blogger.com/profile/10370753582894115157noreply@blogger.com