On another note, today as I was donating plasma there was a good looking man sitting diagnol... diangle... diagnooooouuull... how the heck do you spell that? Anyways that way, in front of me. I believe I saw the man actually look and give a light chuckle when seeing I was reading The Friday Night Knitting Club. You don't have to be a middle aged woman to appreciate heart warming stories such as this one my friend. Oh no. (Heck I don't even know how heart warming it is yet since I'm only about a third done, but so far I'm enjoying myself and feeling motivated to knit a scarf or something of the sort!) It certainly was beating watching Nacho Libre while I listened to the blood get sucked outta my arm. But hey! Thirty bucks and some yellowish stuff that came outta my blood later, I'm doing just dandy!
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The hug is very uncomfortable looking . . . I want to read that book.
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