I also started the Log Cabin socks out of the Handknit Holidays book with the Alpaca with a Twist I got from Linda a few days ago. So, I guess I hate myself too.
Oh, the self loathing runs deep tonight. But to recap on my day...I woke up at 7:30am to get ready to meet with Darry at 8:30am. (I actually bathed and put on lipstick) I was sickeningly on edge about it. The last time I saw him was in New York for our National Sales Meeting. Then I resigned about 3 weeks later. I didn't know how things would go down, if you get my drift. But as soon as I saw his face, and bemused half smile under that pornstar mustache of his, I knew everything was going to be OK. He acted like nothing wierd had ever happened and it was business as usual. Whew, relief. I did buy alot of Sirdar's new Sublime line, which is, well, sublime. Aptly named. You will like it too, blogland. I promise. One thing that makes me gag...so ugly fugly foul...check out Susan Zanni handbags. They look like funky fur and eyelash mated and had a ladder yarn baby.

I really am in a cantankerous mood tonight. I feel like a bearded curmedgeon who lives under a bridge, growling at passerbys on the bridge above me. Maybe, I'd best get a glass of wine into this foulness...ring ring...Rivka's calling! Must have a chat with her! Ciao!
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