tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32922763.post5489454373459962237..comments2024-02-01T03:39:58.509-05:00Comments on R.A.M...Random Access Me-ness: 1930's wifeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32922763.post-75777888984771755042008-08-20T07:13:00.000-05:002008-08-20T07:13:00.000-05:00My quiz results left me as a "Very Poor (Failure)"...My quiz results left me as a "Very Poor (Failure)" of a 1930's wife. This is unsurprising. And given that my economical thrift yesterday was "I will only buy ONE pair of new shoes, even though I want three"--the depression would probably be a bad place for me too. To be fair, the shoes I did buy, I have NOTHING LIKE THEM (David disagrees. He thinks one pair of heeled black boots makes a second pair of (TOTALLY DIFFERENT) heeled black boots superfluous, but Gordon is totally on my side) ;P.<BR/><BR/>The shoe note was really just a stalling tactic while I frantically search my not-yet-caffeinated brain for a time period where I would fit. Do I have to be a woman in this other time? Because that severely limits my choices. I feel anachronistic as it is.<BR/><BR/>So Im sort of subverting your question and cheating a little. If you can skip back a few hundred years to the Victorian era, I'm skipping forward a few hundred into the great unknown. Progress baby, progress. ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com