Not that I'm anti-IDF or anti-Israel. The IDF has a ridiculously tough job. But why draw unwanted conversation?
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O-oh, now I'm writing about t-shirts. (I started writing about Israel but I deleted all that.) I've a shitload. They inhabited an overloaded shelf before I moved and are now stacked on the floor. I need to thin the herd but damn, most of them have significant sentimental val--
Hold on. All those shirts from work and schools and youth sports and scouts? Why do I never wear them? Instead I wear stupid meaningless shirts from trips or received as presents. Here's an idea: Get rid of the stupid shirts and start wearing my history. If I don't wear them and wear them out, I will just end up keeping them year after year after year until they all get thrown into a box at a thrift store. I should donate the boring shirts now and wear the family museum pieces. Either that or have my mom incorporate them into a quilt.
She's currently making a quilt in honor of Olivia and Regina's wedding. Probably not too long a line after that. Hmm.
What say'st thee? Wear, or quilt?
7 comments:
Wear. THEN quilt.
Quilt, then wear.
Quilt.
Being pro-Israel is bad. Being anti-Israel is bad. It's best not to talk about Israel at all.
::suspicious glare::
Oh quilt! And dedicate it to my young fuckup surrogate nephew who is actually IN the I.D.F. doing basic training, on the Golan Heights, even as we speak. Smoke too much weed and this is where you end up.Fack.
Wow. Basic training on the Golan Heights? On the job training, as it were?
Think I'd rather go to San Diego. At least the DIs won't shoot you with Russian made RPGs (though you might think they will at any moment).
First it pubs the lotion on it's t-shirt, then we makes a quilt of it.
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