Hangin'

Ended up going to the McPolack homestead early Saturday afternoon (thankfully missing the 100-car pileup that had happened on 93 North earlier in the day) to accompany Dr. Moo on a trip to North Conway to purchase ice climbing gear. For my companion services I received a free dinner but I was not allowed to bring my knitting into the store as that was deemed dorky by the Moo.

Anyhoo. Moo mentioned that she thought perhaps I should not have posted earlier about OSB's baby because then all my other friends with babies (and that's a lot of friends) might get mad and think "What about my baby?" Especially the one I babysit for. And I think there's some truth to that so I just wanted to say to them: I love your baby too. And I don't mean that in a snarky way either. Just like all my friends are really nifty and swell in their own unique ways, so are their wee ones.

In other news, Moo and I were standing after 10 o'clock at night at the butcher block counter in the kitchen talking to PolackPappy when Moo picked up the plate of olive oil she had been smearing bread in and licked it clean while I dragged my finger through the crumb-laced cream cheese frosting that had been used to secure a one-layer store-bought carrot cake to its paper bottom and then stuck that finger in my mouth. Mouth full, I looked at Moo, then remarked "I can't believe we're still single!"

And in other other news, at least according to the guy in the UNH sweatshirt who looked like an ex frat-boy behind the counter at the outdoor equipment store in North Conway, North Conway is chock full of lonely men. He said he had 10 single friends ready to go out.

Unfortunately, if we are going on appearances alone, it would have been an evening of Natural Light beer followed by gang rape.

"But it doesn't have to be gang rape!" announced Moo in the car, playing the role of the be-hatted ex frat boy. "That is your choice."