little story about He That Smells Alot AKA the brother. My brother turned 18 the day after i turned 21 (yes yes seasonal breeding, zip it). he's been a smoker since he was about 16. its gross and i hate it but i actually have a very strong relationship with my brother and occasionally (ie. quite often) lend him money.
He marched off down the corner shop with my $50 (i got $40 back no fear)... and then come storming back 5 minutes later all shouty and red in the face.
Turns out the corner shop man just ID'd him for the first time in two years (the only time he was actually legal)... and he didnt have his wallet with him :p
Anyone who doesnt believe in karma just got hugely shut-down.
Also, the gorgeous Irene has a new blog which is solely knit-related and you should all go and tell her how gorgeous her first attempt at lace is. yes, now. i wouldnt tell you if i didnt mean it.
also, i couldnt help but notice a particularly stressed out monkey i know... who seems to derive relief from pictures of toilet paper. as i have been sitting on this pic for a little while i thought i would drag it out... along with the question: is it possible to have a one-word oxymoron?