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I love how delightfully/delightedly wry Christina Hendrick's husband looks in the photo, and in virtualy every photo I've seen of them together.

I also love what Christina Hendricks is wearing. I do so enjoy a nice cardigan. If anyone wants to buy me a present, you can't go wrong with a cardigan, a scarf, or some flannel jammies. The latterest of those preferably with a pattern which incorporates penguins, snowflakes, snowmen, or all of the above. No snowwomen though. Those spiteful bitches will cut you!

How old is too old to call them jammies? Because I don't want to live to that age if I have to call them pajamas.

How old is too old to call them jammies? Because I don't want to live to that age if I have to call them pajamas.

You can always call them pa-jah-mas.

In our house, we call them PA-jammies. And I think I'm so old that I've come around the horn, so to speak, and can call the jammies again. I also say underpants instead of panties. I hate word the word panties, and my granny gitch hardly qualifies anyway.

Sigh, I was young in 1983, and it's cardigans all the way, baby! Although a turtleneck is nice in the winter, or, OR!, a turtleneck under a cardigan. Have I mentioned that I dress like a Vatican II nun?

My, I am just full of revelations today, aren't I?

Any questions?

Shit! That snow woman stole my log in.

She is a real bitch. Now it's war!

(I don't wear twin sets. I am very clean cut looking and I have to strive constantly against looking like Marilyn Quayle. Just how clean cut looking? I could be wearing a ripped and bloody biker vest over a ripped and bloody FU*K GRANDMA tube top and a pair of camo leggings, and I would still be one velvet headband away from looking like a 1950s housewife. I had to wear a skirt this weekend (my only pair of jeans was dirty) and I was heard to remark to my husband that I look like one of those religious extremists from Arkansas in my floor length black skirt and sensible shoes and, yes, a cardigan. I did "spice it up" with a nice purple scarf.)

See? Children's jokes don't lie!

Oh, it's jokes now is it? We can't make fun of the Gays or the Fatties or the Gingers any more because that would be cruel, but it's open season on Snow Women.
Tell me, is it just snow women or does your hate extend to all females composed primarily of water exposed to temperatures of or below 32 degrees F?

Snow bitches be buggin.

Why on earth is Amanda Seyfried presenting her rear like that? Is it mating season in LA?

Who. Are. You. Talking. To?

Mrs. J, I love you to death, but please stop. I'm begging you.

Not new. Just annoyed.

It wasn't all me, but I'll stop for you Ghisent, only for you.

Snow women be meltin', y'all. Snow women be meltin'!

Sorry Snow Man. Would love to play, but Gah has told us all we are annoying. Apparently we need to stop.

If you want to have an in depth debate of "Peg Dolls and Skipping Ropes: Childhood Play Norms in 1930s Lancashire", perhaps that would be acceptable.

Sorry, Ghisent. I tried to stop, but addyPayogDay* made it too irresistable.

*names have been changed for privacy protection considerations

Jay:

I love the sound of those jammies.
I can't have flannel pajamas: dog hair is attracted to flannel like a moth to flame.

And for all of us who will forever wear headgear on our souls, Amazon has a sweet deal on the “Lord Of The Rings” trilogy on Blu-Ray.

15 discs and a 682 minute run time. And they said my 20 disc Blu-Ray player was overkill. FOOLS!

A tale. . .told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Everybody is going to be what they are, and whatever they are, there's not going to be anything to apologize about.

I got the urge to look it up in the dictionary she bought me. It's black and enormous and filled with the presence of some sort of God.

All our words from loose using have lost their edge.

I have no idea, Samantha. I just have a hatred of all things sweater.

And corduroy. Only a dream about corduroy could be worse than a dream about shopping for cardigans.

samantha, love, aren't you a librarian? Am I making that up? I think cardigans are in the fine print of your contract.

I've always been a big fan of the cowl. Especially in cashmere (all other knits itch me). There's a lot you can do with a cowl.

I KNOW, Mrs. Julien. I started to feel like we were talking in the cinema after the film had started. Is there a list of approved topics? Do we have to have our responses cleared in advance?

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I meant just a cowl: no sweater attached. A cowl that can be pulled over the head as a hood, pulled down to warm the upper body, or just arranged around the shoulders as a drape.

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It sounds as though you use cowls the way I use scarves.

Really, is that it?

I am wearing a very nice scarf today. It is made of silk and wool. It is soft and warm. A friend bought it for me when she was traveling.

Dated: Monday December 5, 2011 16:28 hours

Any esprit de l'escalier?

Not at this time.

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at December 5, 2011 4:31 PM

That may be the funniest comment ever submitted on this site. Whatever is considered the exact opposite of annoying (cleavage? chicken wings?); you're that.

Team Julien.

Random post solely intended to irritate the tightass club who seems to hate it when others have fun or deviate from the topic:
I am wearing a hoodie. It is warmish. I might need another one. We call Pajamas "Jammies." My dog is snoring.

Ah! Of course! because if it's a woman, even if she's silently posting online, she must be "shrieking".

The Walrus and the Carpenter

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"

"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.

"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."

"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?

"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"

"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"

"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.

If you've made it this far, I prefer mock turtlenecks, jodhpurs, long scarves, peacoats, jackboots, cable knit sweaters, and vests. But never sweatervests. Never.

I like turtles!

And cardigans.

SHRIEK!!!!

Knitwear!!

SHHRIEEEEEEK!!

OKLAHOMA! OKLAHOMA! OKLAHOMA!

That "Lost" diorama seriously made me gasp out loud. I looked at some of the pictures and watched part of the video about it before I realized the insanity it would take to make something like that. Then I realized that I'm one Sunday home alone from doing something like that. Maybe cross-stitching the entire series. Hmm.

I wonder if when Mr. Christina Hendricks walks down the red carpet, he gets high-fives from every dude he passes. Hell, I'd high-five him.

I love that outfit and color on Hendricks. I also miss Mad Men most terribly. Mostly because of HAAAAMM, but...well, everything and Hamm.

Pinky, I imagine you'd start out on something, but somehow (SOMEHOW) just end up stitching those damn numbers over and over and over.

And something golden, glow-y, and mysterious!

"samantha, love, aren't you a librarian? Am I making that up? I think cardigans are in the fine print of your contract."

I'm an attorney, but I love places with dusty-ass books. IS THAT SO WRONG?

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