I'm sorry Yuko! I was distracted!
Anyway, yeah, Yuko did get me some wool socks for Christmas, but this particular pair of poinsettia socks is the warmest, softest pair of socks in the apartment. They are socks fit for a king, but really a girl-king because they are kind of girly. You see what I'm doing here? I'm breaking down gender-barriers. Also getting emasculated for your amusement.
pink and purple pointsetta socksMon, 02/23/2009
HEY RIGHT SO this is an idea we had jotted down from a while ago. Yuko had this conversation in the car with her Dad on her way from Rochester to New Jersey ... she told me about it later and I couldn't stop laughing. I am laughing about it now ...
Everyone hears something during childhood that follows them far later into life than is strictly reasonable, and that something is always pretty embarrassing when it comes out. This was obviously one of mine (until a week ago) ... another one was mispronouncing "h'or doeuvres" (I used to pronounce it "hors devors"). A friend's father told her that the hazard lights switch in the car was the eject seat, and she believed it until she was in high school. I grew up eating my french toast with ketchup, and I didn't realize that was unusual till high school either.