isa: what are you cooking?
isa: it smells.
me: good or bad?
isa: it smells good.
isa: I said good because I don't want to hurt your feelings.
in which susan proceeds to get caffienated and knit all day. if only I could get paid to drink coffee and knit... that would so be the shiz-knit.
stuff that may or may not have happened in the not so distant past