The Phoenix (where I really, really wanted to work after college) recently pulled this in an article, "She's Crafty"
Old Lady Count: 7
The framed items look familiar enough — the quaint curlicues of cross-stitch evoke memories of your grandmother’s living-room wall, charming phrases wreathed in chains of flowers. Upon closer examination, though, these picturesque patterns bear unexpected messages: “Home Crap Home,” “Bitch Is the New Black,” “What Would Leonard Nimoy Do?”
Heck, what would Grandma say? (emphasis added)
PS: Sissy had her appointment; she needs an MRI before they can go in, but the doctor was very positive. I think he even flirted with her a little. He said there were several reasons to think it wasn't cancer; one was "you'd look a lot worse." My sister said, "I know, I look fabulous, don't I?" (Then the back and forth started; I'll spare you.) The MRI is tomorrow, and he'll see her again for biopsy/removal on Thursday. We'll know the results in about a week. Of course, my boss said we could ask the pathologist who is on our editorial board to see if we can get results sooner--I think, however, a week is expedited. But it looks good.