The coveted Comment of the Week

As I was combing the comments (not literally. I mean, if I was gonna comb something, don't you think I'd try to start with this hair and not my comments?) I noticed people keep asking me if I am still taking that knitting class.

I like how you all assumed this was some sort of endless, 80-week-long knitting class. Knitting is OVER. I like knitting, but summer's here and the time is right for ignoring your knitting completely. If you knit, you know how it is to have that yarn on your lap. When you get up, you look like you just got a lap dance from Lambchop or something. Wool everywhere. Not a good time of year for that.

Anyway. It's Saturday, the day that no one reads my blog and I get zero point zero comments, but it is also Special of the Week. This week we have a tie, because both Katie and Grace were funny. They were both funny on June 4. Maybe it was a funny biorhythm day or something.

There's something we don't hear about anymore, our biorhythms. Remember those vending machines where you put in your birthday and it would spit out a little earthquake-measurer-looking thing telling you what your biorhythms were? Remember what a crock of shit that was?

Now those horoscopes in a tube. THOSE are dependable.

So, that's it. Katie and Grace. Big winners this week. Get your drink on, you two. Wooooo!

9 thoughts on “The coveted Comment of the Week

  1. June, I admit it, I do not read your blog on Saturdays. Or Sundays. You want to know why? It’s so that on Monday, when I get to work, I can start out my day with a Junefest and read all the entries over the weekend and hopefully override the case of the Mondays.

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  2. I can’t help it that I was bizarro enough before the age of 11 to amass enough material for self-deprecating jokes through at least 2045! Please note that while I have shared my ridiculous past with the whole Internet, I have not told my husband most of these stories. We are Catholic, but I do believe the church makes an exception to its no-divorce-or-else rule if one of you tries to mow the lawn in a sunbonnet and/or hoops.

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  3. Katie,
    I don’t know why you wouldn’t call yourself “St. Pauli Girl, Less Boobs.” Or maybe “St. Pauli Girl Sans Boobs.” That sounds good.
    Or “Self-Depricating is my MO.” That’s good too. Really, you have a treasure trove right there in that comment. Or per your second comment, you could be “Am I Funny? Or is it Just Me?”

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  4. Oh, and also, the whole point was to say thank you for this great honor and validation! I don’t feel so bad thinking that at least somebody other than myself thinks I’m funny.

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  5. That’s actually really funny, because I was all about the pioneer life when I was a kid too… 3rd grade class photo? Yep. Carried things around tied up in a kerchief? While wearing a bonnet? Uh-huh. Made my own colonial-style prom dress? Sadly.. but it died at the last minute and I had to plan B with some other regular dress. I was a theatre kid at an arts high school, though; the ridiculous scale was much more in my favor. Growing up on a hobby farm in the middle of the woods doesn’t help curb that sort of thing either.
    And yet… Grace is the one that managed to self-deprecatingly amuse us with her Little House hoop skirt aspirations. How’s that for biorythms? I just talked about old men and schnitzel. (I’m a german girl, what can I say? I have gravy for blood.)
    And did I mention I have a dirndl? (think St. Pauli girl, less boobs). And wear it in public? (usually only for oktoberfest) And I have a problem beginning sentences with and?
    Self-deprecating is my MO; I’m surprised my breakthrough comment-of-the-week moment didn’t really have anything to do with me. Hence, this follow-up.
    Also, I’m a little sad that my name wasn’t a link to any contribution to the blogosphere. I’ve got the concept, I just need the clever name before I can get started…

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  6. Years ago I was on a first date with some guy. I was kind of shy around him because he was really, really cute.
    After dinner as we walked out the door there was this game that you put in a quarter and it reads your mood. We did it just for fun and when it was my turn the thing glowed in bright lights and huge flashing red leters spelled out HORNEY!! I was mortified, and said something lame about oysters as I sheepishly stepped down.

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  7. I read your blog on ALL days. Can not survive without reading your blog. Soooo funny. I just do not comment on all days.

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  8. HAPPY SATURDAY, I’m cool and have nothing to do except read your blog on a Saturday.

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