This morning I found myself standing in the middle of a Starbucks on the phone with my bank holding an adult diaper.
Peggy Lee is heading to New Jersey for a nuclear power plant outage, so Catherine G. gathered us--Peggy, Brett, Cat, and me--in Chadds Ford for a tiny bit of stitching and more shopping. But your still worried about the diaper, aren't you?
I made sure to endear myself to everyone by correcting their grammar, complaining about shopping while buying the most, and getting cranky when I wasn't fed promptly at noon. And you wonder why I don't have more friends.
We had, as always happens when stitchers get together, a great time. We talked about everything from morning wood to what a girl should wear in Atlantic City, from where teenage boys should jack off to how much sleep we need now that we're middle aged.
It was a delightful time, and I hope everyone else enjoyed it as much as I did, even though I was my usual pain in the ass self.