Thursday, November 23, 2006


Eileen needs help. I mean, only because of the internet would I get an email sent in the wee hours, talking about the fact that I’ve made it into her dreams and on to her blog.

And it turns out I can kill people with my pinky finger.

Now what is it, I wonder, about my blog posts and my charming persona and happy homemaker personality that has her subconscious perceiving me as a dark superhero capable of fashioning weapons with my bare hands?

I think she needs some help psychoanalyzing this one. Me? I’ll be in the kitchen, sharpening the carving knife.

But in regards to the topic of pertinent email discussion from yesterday the answer is: maybe.** Check back tomorrow.

**Update** The answer is definitely. It hasn't taken all of 22 seconds of listening for me to decide that.

And I leave with you the result of letting the men do the clothes shopping. Happy Thanksgiving.


Eileen said...

I'm telling you people- she looks innocent but slap her in some spandex with knee high boots and watch out.

Sandra Ruttan said...

Well what do you expect? Spandex? That's just wrong!

Anonymous said...


I didn't realize you had so many children. No wonder you're so busy, woman!



Sandra Ruttan said...

LOL Julia!