::laughs uproariously:: My dad just referred to my sister as a seamstress. Oh, my sides...

Explanation? My sister wants to be a fashion designer. Last semester, she took such a class in college, but for some reason, she wasn't able to finish the course. Therefore, she needed to finish it this summer by designing making a bunch of outfits. For the past few days, she's been out in our garage/guest house thing, drawing and measuring and cutting and sewing like mad. Apparently, my dad forgot about the alternate definition to the word "seamstress". I'm really amused.


For the less informed:

"Why did you join?" he said.
"Me? Oh, I . . . I like to eat meals and sleep indoors. Anyway, there isn't that much choice, is there? It was that or become . . . hah . . . a seamstress*."
"And you're not very good at sewing?"

*A survey by the Ankh-Morpork Guild of Merchants of tradespeople in the dock areas of Morpork found 987 women who gave their profession as 'seamstress'. Oh . . . and two needles.