Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Rambling, Babbling, Drooling at the Mouth


For some odd reason, whenever Bfriend is in a hurry and puts on unclean socks (Not hard crusty, just maybe worn once) he is safe. But when he puts on brand spank'in clean socks out of the dryer, 10-15 minutes later he steps in fresh Purl Poo. It's the strangest thing. Kind of like every time I get a brand new car, the first week someone dents the side of it. But if I buy a used car...no dents. Ever. They are not the same on the annoyance scale...but pissy just the same.
Look at what I got today, Andy's Merino, from Farmhouse Yarns. The tags on the yarn have the picture of the sheep it came from. Cute as a button. Beautiful yarn, indeed.


Jody (shamefully blogless) gave me a really cute admission to the Name That Yarn Contest...thanks Jody, you're in the lead! Heart it!



My Capecho is slowly moving along...


Here is a formal Shout out to Penny (also shamefully blogless)! Thanks for Purl's toy, that girl knows class when she chews on it.

This is me...in my head (hair unbearably straight and shiny)...where I want to be right now.


Sand between my toes, Baby, Bfriend, and Purl back at the 5 star Hotel taking a nap before our 8 course meal (Fois gras, Lobster, Gin and Tonics (yes, I consider this a course), Tuna sashimi, Julia's flan, Caesar salad, Crab Legs, Proscuitto and Melon, Fat jumbo asparagus...). I'll just be slipping these 5 inch heel Jimmy Choos back on my feet and I'll run back to the room slowly and sweatlessly...Good night all. See you back in Reality tomorrow, where the hair is frizzy and the food is...sometimes Subway..

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