They have a French-Canadian accent. Who knew?
They know my name.
They call to me when it's quiet.
They mock me when I go into the kitchen for a healthy snack.
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I hate German. A lot. I am redesigning/fixing as I go and that's not a good time. Made worse by the German, of course. I would have given up by now, however:
1) A German pattern is not going to win. Ever.
2) Understanding German is not the issue.
3) There is extra credit riding on this.
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Someone *cough*MissBoneyAss*cough* promised me a new Tuesday schtick post and we have yet to see one this year*. Is it so much to want to watch someone I actually like have a tantrum? At this point, I'll settle for any kind of blog post, actually.
I'm sick of those fake jealous bitches who think they're fooling everyone, rolling around, acting like they're off their meds when we all know the heartbreaking truth... they've never been on meds. Shocking, I know, but its true with most of them. Part of a life lived in deep denial, I guess. I wouldn't know. I don't have time for fake. I'm still trying to find that load of towels I lost over the weekend.
Yeah...
* She's fine. Knitting sweaters, pondering button plaecment, buying sweater yarn and running a Plague House. Yup. Just another week in January over there.
Zie Germans must not win! No, seriously, make that pattern your bitch!
Posted by: Kelly | Wednesday, January 23, 2013 at 03:40 AM
I hate it when they call you from the kitchen. . .
Posted by: Kym | Wednesday, January 23, 2013 at 04:33 AM
Have you checked the dryer? I always forget the last load in the dryer.
Why is it that the cookies always have the loudest voice? I have some ginger cookies that shout so loudly I can hardly hear the clementines.
Posted by: Karen | Wednesday, January 23, 2013 at 04:36 AM
A load of towels? Oh, my. I hope they aren't in a basket somewhere waiting to be picked up. Or, did they run away from home? That would be sad and hard to take. And, never let the German pattern keep you down!!
Posted by: CindyCindy | Wednesday, January 23, 2013 at 04:50 AM
We've defeated the Germans twice, you can't let them win now!
How does one lose a load of towels?!? Did you look in the dryer?
Posted by: Ruth | Wednesday, January 23, 2013 at 05:09 AM
You do know that we are welcoming an actual German in August, right?
Blogging today, I think...
Posted by: joan | Wednesday, January 23, 2013 at 06:26 AM
Are the towels under the knitting? Under the old lady's bed? I'm trying to figure out where Texas put the bathroom rugs. Luckily, I do know where my towels are, so we have a substitute. Not like there is much to substitute for towels. Which would you take, a Neibling or these mitts?
Posted by: Stacey | Wednesday, January 23, 2013 at 06:50 AM
How DOES one loose a load of towels? That's a rhetorical question.
You can always make "them" leave the house. However, that rarely works and you'll just be searching all over for them and begging them to return.
Posted by: margene | Wednesday, January 23, 2013 at 07:47 AM
You don't know where your towel is? THE HORROR!!! < /geek>
Posted by: Datagoddess | Wednesday, January 23, 2013 at 08:57 AM
The towels must have run off to the same place as the remote control.
Posted by: Cheryl S. | Wednesday, January 23, 2013 at 08:59 AM
They are in my kitchen, too. If you find their lemony sisters, the spell may be broken. But.... it is a vicious circle.
Posted by: Judy | Wednesday, January 23, 2013 at 09:16 AM
Send them to me; I'll make sure they never call your name again. I haff vays. (I'm soooo not German, but I can pretend.)
Posted by: pdxknitterati | Wednesday, January 23, 2013 at 01:01 PM
Oh I hope those towels are not in the washer - waiting for the dryer. I've done that before...there is not enough bleach in the world able to make those even good enough to wash the car. Hopefully yours are in the hamper still poised and waiting.
Ah the German, I'm half German and can actually speak it (badly). I do love a compound run on word. In German that would be Compoundrunonword (see I remember to capitalize it because it's a noun.)
Posted by: silvia | Wednesday, January 23, 2013 at 04:41 PM
It's the chocolate here that has been calling from the kitchen. Fingers in ears...lalalalalala.
Isn't Niebling German too? You conquered that one...surely you can do it again! Go Cookie Go! :D
A WHOLE LOAD of towels??
xoxo
Posted by: Marilyn | Wednesday, January 23, 2013 at 06:32 PM
Eat them all now and they'll stop bothering you.
Your mother put them in the trunk of the car.
I have a number of tantrums I can send you.
I think the German and the pattern would be helped by a number of German beers.
Maybe they were on fake meds?
Posted by: kitten | Wednesday, January 23, 2013 at 07:04 PM
Did you know that those little maple leaf cookies are actually a food group here in Canada? :D
Posted by: Pearl* | Thursday, January 24, 2013 at 04:56 AM
How do you say "make that pattern my bitch" in German? I'm pretty sure if you could say that convincingly in a serious and gruff voice, you would win in a heartbeat.
Posted by: kmkat | Thursday, January 24, 2013 at 11:35 AM
Mmm, cookies.
I'm sure you'll find the towels - eventually. You'll have to find new ones first.
Perhaps the cookies will help with the pattern. Fingers crossed.
Posted by: Natalie | Saturday, January 26, 2013 at 02:57 PM
I hope you are having a better Wednesday this week. xoxox
Posted by: Sarah | Wednesday, January 30, 2013 at 04:42 AM
Haven't heard from you in a while -- hope everything is okay in your world.
Posted by: debshepknits | Wednesday, January 30, 2013 at 04:28 PM
Got any cookies left? ;-)
Posted by: Patty | Thursday, January 31, 2013 at 05:57 AM
Snap, Patty! I just came around to see whether there were any crumbs left. In my house cookies don't ever hang around long enough to be heard!
Posted by: (Not that) Joan | Thursday, January 31, 2013 at 01:05 PM