Sew what.

it was atrociously freezing last night as i walked home from the metro, as was evident by the not-so-discreet icicles clinging to my eyebrows and the rudolphian nature of my nose. so i blazed up the gas fireplace and prepared for a quiet evening at home with bart, homer, maggie, lisa and marge. valentine's day is ominously creeping up on us and, while i'm generally a hater of this most loathed holiday, i had a sweet idea for a homemade present for my beau. so i'm sitting there, crafting away in front of the faux fireplace, watching the daily show in my group house in DC while my newest roomie scarfs down take-out enchiladas and a miller high life.

i told co-worker kelly about my craft session and she paused, before proclaiming that it sounds pretty indie rock. my brow instantly furrowed, hand sprung up to my forehead and i shouted...

my god! i've become a punchline!