sometimes doniell is like a stray cat, in that she shows up at my house late at night and i feed her and then she leaves. lucky for me, i like cats.
so tonight doniell comes over, and we're sitting in the kitchen discussing our current dating situations.
doniell says, "i'm usually so crazy with this sort of thing!"
"you're learning patience, man." i reply.
she starts making this weird movement with her arms.
"i'm weaving a basket!"
"did you just compare dating to basket weaving?"
this girl is wise beyond her years.