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.
4 Responses to “Money you can’t buy me love”
I suppose I really outed myself on the whole Eddie Murphy thing, didn’t I? Sigh…
17 Nov 2004 at 9:31 am
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
17 Nov 2004 at 4:48 pm
My song is “I like big butts” by Sir Mix A Lot.
18 Nov 2004 at 8:58 am
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!
18 Nov 2004 at 9:02 am