Vapid, shallow, self-centered ...

I need to be a little vapid right now, and I do apologise to those who wish to read otherwise.

Yesterday someone came in to pick up a print of a picture that ran in the paper a few weeks ago. He said to our accounts person, who was here balancing and filling up the register, "That rather large girl said she'd call me when my picture was in." First of all, I never said such a thing. Secondly, rather large girl?! I know I'm definitely fluffy — I have no illusions of being svelte. But that's a little bit rude, don't you think? I mean, I was sitting at the computer right near the register.

Some people.

But later at Fareway, where I was purchasing some large curd cottage cheese (large curd cottage cheese!), I saw someone from my graduating class. And you know, everyone from high school that I've seen lately has managed to increase their girth (Evil J, whom I haven't seen for a couple of years, is still fluffy as ever). And I don't feel sorry for them one bit.


Enough about that — I need to do a gauge swatch to see if'n I can make this yarn work for a sock.