The Bookish Girl

Money you can’t buy me love

I got home from work at 8:30 pm last night and was back at work at 6 am this morning. I ain’t complaining. Work = money. Money = food, heat, wine, books and YARN.

It does not equal love, for money you can’t buy me love.**

Bookslut reviews a handful of the holiday issues of cooking mags. Her wit is perfect for the early morning lull and I’m thankful that I no longer have to read any of the magazines. Because, really, who has the time? I have at least four knitable Christmas gifts to tackle.

** My new goal for this blog? To get a song stuck in your head at least once a week. Elisa has a most curious method of heading off such torture. Check out her comment on this post.

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4 Comments


  1. Elisa says:

    I suppose I really outed myself on the whole Eddie Murphy thing, didn’t I? Sigh… ;)

    Comment - November 17, 2004 : 9:31 am


  2. Jackie says:

    Your dirty knit-di mindtricks won’t work with me. No one single evil song can stay lodged in my head when I have 57 hours of music stored on my computer, constantly playing. You will have to find other knitters to try and corrupt (obviously not the Muse either… :)

    By the way, do you get to knit at work?? How do you get anything done with that schedule???

    Jackie

    Comment - November 17, 2004 : 4:48 pm


  3. melanie says:

    My song is “I like big butts” by Sir Mix A Lot.

    Comment - November 18, 2004 : 8:58 am


  4. Elisa says:

    Melanie’s song is too freakin’ funny. I’m still grinning about it. ;)

    I love the updates to your blog, Wendy – they look awesome. Did you make the buttons yourself? I also like the new profile picture. V. cute.

    Have fun tonight!

    Comment - November 18, 2004 : 9:02 am

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