Dreadfully sari

A few years ago, I told a friend that I would be spending a few weeks in India visiting our brothers there. She asked me to buy some silk cloth that she could make into a dress. As my visit was nearing its end, I dutifully asked one of the brothers to take me to a shop that sold saris. I picked out two saris that looked like good dress material.

Since then every time I visit India the brothers insist on taking me to buy saris. I tried explaining that I really do not need any more saris, but they apparently think that I am merely being polite. Earlier this month during another visit, they insisted on buying not one, but two saris for me. A week later, I visited our brothers in another region of India, and they wanted to buy even more saris for me. Fortunately, I persuaded them to buy me a kurta instead.

If I knew how to sew I suppose I could use the saris to make some lovely silk boxers for myself. Can anyone suggest some other creative uses for two silk saris?

Another disappointing judgement day

As I write this, it is three hours after the end of the world. Maybe Reverend Camping forgot to carry the one.

I saw in the newspaper this morning that the mayor of New York generously offered to cancel alternate side parking next week if the world ended today.