Mad About Ewe Quotes

“Wow, you have a lot of characters.” “Yeah, I like to try all the powers out. I’m kind of a perma-lowbie by nature.” “What does that mean?” “It means I like the early part of the game better than the endgame. I’d rather keep rolling up new characters than max out my existing ones.” “You seem to have a preference for melee classes over ranged classes.”
― Susannah Nix, Mad About Ewe

“Do you like cooking shows?” she asked, her eyes skittering away bashfully. “There’s this one I’ve been watching on YouTube—Angie got me hooked on it.” “I love cooking shows.” I leaned forward to snag the remote off the table and handed it to her. “Show me.” We settled back to watch a charming young woman attempt to replicate Girl Scout cookies. It was both amusing and stressful, and as the show’s host veered off task to clean the microwave and tried to reject the assistance of the other kitchen staffers, insisting that she worked better alone when she so clearly needed help, I began to understand why Dawn liked it so much.”
― Susannah Nix, Mad About Ewe

“it from you for so long.” “You don’t need to be embarrassed.” I shook my head because it didn’t work that way. Shame couldn’t be erased so easily. It was sticky like chewing gum and embedded itself in everything it touched.”
― Susannah Nix, Mad About Ewe

“I’m fine,” I assured her. “Are you scared?” Sandra asked. I shrugged. “Not really.” “Bull pucky,” Sandra retorted. “Sandra!” Elizabeth nudged her friend with her elbow. “No, I mean it.” Sandra crossed her arms and arched an eyebrow at me. “That's a load of steaming bovine dooky.”
― Susannah Nix, Mad About Ewe

“I reached for my wine and took a drink, even though I didn’t really like wine. Jessica was right, it was too oaky. Drinking it was like licking the underside of a coffee table.”
― Susannah Nix, Mad About Ewe

“Men,” Linda harrumphed from her chair by the window. “Can’t live with them, can’t tip the lot of them into a volcano and start society over without ’em.”
― Susannah Nix, Mad About Ewe

“Slow walkers were a scourge upon the city streets. It was all very well to live a leisurely, low-stress life, taking plenty of time to stop and smell the roses—so long as you did it off to one side so those of us with somewhere to be could get past you.”
― Susannah Nix, Mad About Ewe

“Thank you to Fiona Fischer and Brooke Nowiski for your patience, organization, attention to detail, and for helping make the rest of us look good.”
― Susannah Nix, Mad About Ewe

“All I know is, when the landlord stopped in to tell us about the water main repairs, you were so surly I think you actually scared him a little. And I didn’t think anything could scare Quinn Sullivan.”
― Susannah Nix, Mad About Ewe

“You have to mess up in order to grow up,”
― Susannah Nix, Mad About Ewe

“I’m sure you had your reasons, and it doesn’t change how I see about you.”
― Susannah Nix, Mad About Ewe

“I didn’t love grinding or obsessing about my stats, and I didn’t belong to one of the big, active guilds. I preferred soloing and exploring the map to raids and dungeon runs, and I enjoyed making new characters to try out their abilities more than maxing out my existing ones.”
― Susannah Nix, Mad About Ewe

“Do you game with the lights out?” “Not usually, no.” I wasn’t quite that much of a cat-asser. Despite the high number of hours I sank into my hobby, my playstyle was more of a casual gamer than a powergamer.”
― Susannah Nix, Mad About Ewe

“What’s this contraption?” “It’s for winding yarn.” Three deep creases formed on his forehead as he examined the hank of yarn on the swift. “It doesn’t automatically come in balls already?” I resumed winding as I explained. “Some yarn does. But luxury fibers tend to come in a hank like this, and they need to be wound before they can be used in a project. We offer complimentary winding in the store, but a lot of avid fiber crafters end up purchasing their own swift and winder for use at home.” “Why add the extra step? Why don’t yarn companies just sell them all in balls for convenience?” “To prevent wear and tear prior to sale, mostly. Winding puts strain on the yarn—particularly the finer, more delicate fibers like merino wool, alpaca, or cashmere. If it’s left to sit around in tight skeins for a long time, it can leave kinks and creases in the yarn or create tension problems that cause inconsistent gauge. It’s also easier to ship and store hanks. They take up less space and don’t roll away like skeins do.”
― Susannah Nix, Mad About Ewe

“I loved my yarn winder. It was made of high-quality maple with Swiss gears. Sturdy, ergonomic, quiet, and fast, it was worth its weight in gold. As a hobbyist knitter, I’d coveted a winder like this for years but hadn’t been able to justify the cost until I’d opened my shop.”
― Susannah Nix, Mad About Ewe

“SSID”
― Susannah Nix, Mad About Ewe

“Sandra nodded sagely. “Don’t be afraid to advocate for yourself. If you need something—or even if you just feel like you want it—tell someone. Tell the nurses, tell your doctor, tell Angie. That’s what they’re all here for.” “I will.” “I mean it.” Sandra’s green eyes grew shrewdly assessing. “I can tell you’re a caretaker personality, so you’re probably not used to accepting or asking for help. Your instinct is to not be a burden or make trouble for anyone.”
― Susannah Nix, Mad About Ewe

“It’s to keep all your organs in place while they work.”
― Susannah Nix, Mad About Ewe

“She also says to make sure you walk around as much as you can manage after the surgery to dissipate the CO2 bubbles they use to fill up your abdomen.”
― Susannah Nix, Mad About Ewe

“Ashley says to give you her best.” “Oh, that’s sweet. How’s she doing these days?” Ashley Winston was one of Elizabeth and Sandra’s good friends who used to work at the hospital as a nurse practitioner.”
― Susannah Nix, Mad About Ewe

“Ohh, what are you knitting?” Sandra asked Angie, deftly changing the subject. “It’s an anatomically correct model of a human uterus,” Angie replied. “I’m giving it to Dawn as a consolation prize.” My head snapped around to stare at her in horror. “What?” Angie snort-laughed. “Kidding. It’s a Peppa Pig for one of my nieces.” Sandra’s lip curled in an expression of distaste. “I rue the day that bacon-limbed hellspawn entered the children’s television landscape. It’s all I hear in the pediatric ward all day long. That precocious, insufferable little pig haunts my dreams.”
― Susannah Nix, Mad About Ewe

“How about two?” Elizabeth’s friend Sandra Fielding, who also worked at Chicago General Hospital—as a pediatric psychiatrist—appeared alongside her. Both women were avid knitters, and both lived in the building above the store.”
― Susannah Nix, Mad About Ewe

“I want to see you with your shirt off.” The words slipped off my tongue before I had a chance to second-guess them. Mike lifted his head, his eyes gleaming with pleasure. “As you wish.” My heart melted a little more. A man who quoted The Princess Bride in the middle of a make-out session? I had to reach up and touch his face to assure myself he was real.”
― Susannah Nix, Mad About Ewe

“sweater”
― Susannah Nix, Mad About Ewe

“It would also be up to the oncologist to determine during the surgery whether I got to keep my ovaries. Unlike a simple hysterectomy, an oophorectomy would deprive my body of estrogen and progesterone, plunging me into sudden, premature menopause with all its attendant horrors. If that happened, I could look forward to an increased risk of depression, anxiety, heart disease, arthritis, and bone loss. This was in addition to the usual side effects of menopause like hot flashes, fatigue, mood swings, and vaginal dryness, which were typically more intense for women who hadn’t started menopause naturally”
― Susannah Nix, Mad About Ewe

“According the biopsy, it’s only Stage I, thank goodness”
― Susannah Nix, Mad About Ewe

“Boston fern”
― Susannah Nix, Mad About Ewe

“As soon as his back was turned, I mouthed the word dick. I’d only been in this job three months and I’d already lost most of the fucks I’d had to give.”
― Susannah Nix, Mad About Ewe

“The way he was looking at me unraveled me like a ball of yarn dropped down a flight of stairs.”
― Susannah Nix, Mad About Ewe

“Hendrick’s martini, extra dirty with three olives,”
― Susannah Nix, Mad About Ewe