"You are entering the realm which is unusual. Maybe it's magic or contains some kind of monster. The second one. Prepare to enter... The Scary Door."
So I just went upstairs to get Sweet DW to help me with a fun little math conversion question (yes, I'm lazy; your point?) and was talking to JR (Sweet DW's Scottish roommate) and Brewmeister Shaun, a guy in my ward, and who actually serves on my committee. (Church jargon, I know - if you don't know what I'm talking about, email me. I'm looking at you, Andy.) JR had had some Scottish party today (not unlike my and DW's plans for a Casmir Pulaski party in March) that Em, this other girl who goes to yoga with us, and I sort of ran into. Anyway, so tonight, Brewmeister Shaun asked me how I knew This Other Girl Who Goes To Yoga With Us, as she apparently rents out his basement apartment.
Ironically enough, Em has been talking up the upstairs neighbor of TOGWGTYWU for the last few months, telling me about the extremely brief conversation she and Stevie had with him, and how he was cute and I'd get along with him, so I should go out with him. Apparently, Em went further than that with Sweet DW and told her she ought to just marry the upstairs neighbor. DW and I laughed for a really long time at that one, because it's so typical of Em. I really have no objections to being set up with people, but this... classic, especially considering how well DW and I know Brewmeister Shaun. I'm not sure exactly how to convey the humor of this, but... hilarious.
Oh - and a free bit of advice: if you come home from a long yoga class and find yourself really hungry for grapefruit while you're doing your philosophy homework, don't assume a small bit of sports apparel will be enough to keep the citric acid out of the scratch on your rib cage. Because it won't.
