Thanks crazyland, for the amazing post and reminder of this fabulous memory that couldn't have been blogged without your insight.
[NOTE: you have to read her post,
below is just my comment to her post!]
okay. i used one of these once, even grosser i let my niece do the busy work. she is 6, you can make kids this age do this kind of stuff. to make things grosser, i thought i would blog it afterward.
she happened to say at the end of the procedure [yes it was]. "look, sawdust."
okay, i may just have to blog that!
and NOW I DID!
'Will you, um, marry me?' I haven't seen you in weeks! You don't look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! You're asking me to give up my - my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?