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pixel39You know you're married when you email your spouse to ask what it was you were thinking about last night, because you can't remember. Wait, it gets better.
I did, in fact, rip out half the hat (including the moose) because it was misbehaving, and I'm a bit over halfway done with the pattern now. It's much happier, even without the moose. Moose will have to happen some other way. Maybe as a texture thing. Hmmm.
I lost my mitten. It made me sad. So now I have to either replace my mittens (which my mommy gave me) or hope that somebody turned mine into the nice service folks at Rainbow and it's in the abandoned winter wear box under their desk.
Stewart's Ginger Beer indeed has a ginger taste, but not a spicy one as they claim on the bottle. More like a slightly nibbly sort of ginger taste. The best ginger beer I have ever had was made by Snapple, back when they actually made soda as well as the various fruit juice and/or tea combinations. Maybe I'm just jaded. I should brew my own, I suppose.
This morning before I left for work seems to have been the Hour of Feline Regurgitation. Yay. Whee. I'm not sure what I did to deserve such an honor.
Went to my usual NYE party. I wore jeans and the cleavage sweater and sparklies. I keep saying that I need to wear my sparklies more often, but I don't know when that would happen. Maybe I need to have regular formal dinners or cocktail parties or something like that. I keep saying that. :-)
I did not manage to take over the world. I will admit I didn't devote a whole lot of energy or resources towards that particular goal, though.
I did not manage to get down to KC to visit Cat and Randy.
I did not learn a new OS.
I did not lose 50 pounds. I lost *some*. Then I gained part of it back. Feh.
I did not finish painting the upstairs bathroom.
I did not make any new kit.
I did not manage to rip up the ugly beige carpet in the living room. Again.
I did buy a new spiffy digital camera.
I did not poison anyone who ate feast at 12th Night.
I survived 12th Night.
I made nifty beads (although the ones that survived are the less nifty ones).
I made a hat.
I made a pink sock.
I started doing scrolls again.
I did clean out the Annex and it became a guest bedroom. Of sorts.
I did go through boxes and throw stuff out.
I did turn what used to be the dining room into an office.
I did file a lot of paperwork.
I bought a drafting table that weighs less than 400 pounds.
I bought a neat rug for the living room that is of the right color to hide where the cats have regurgitated on it.
I will take more pictures that aren't of the cats.
I will teach more classes.
I will actually write an article for the North Star.
I will make new kit.
I will rip out the ugly beige carpet in the living room. Really, this time. I promise.
I will make new window dressings for the living room. Not beige. Or red.
I will play with the kitties more.
I will make another pink sock to go with the first one.
And a bunch of other stuff that I haven't had time to write down because I am on the phone with a moron.
I did, in fact, rip out half the hat (including the moose) because it was misbehaving, and I'm a bit over halfway done with the pattern now. It's much happier, even without the moose. Moose will have to happen some other way. Maybe as a texture thing. Hmmm.
I lost my mitten. It made me sad. So now I have to either replace my mittens (which my mommy gave me) or hope that somebody turned mine into the nice service folks at Rainbow and it's in the abandoned winter wear box under their desk.
Stewart's Ginger Beer indeed has a ginger taste, but not a spicy one as they claim on the bottle. More like a slightly nibbly sort of ginger taste. The best ginger beer I have ever had was made by Snapple, back when they actually made soda as well as the various fruit juice and/or tea combinations. Maybe I'm just jaded. I should brew my own, I suppose.
This morning before I left for work seems to have been the Hour of Feline Regurgitation. Yay. Whee. I'm not sure what I did to deserve such an honor.
Went to my usual NYE party. I wore jeans and the cleavage sweater and sparklies. I keep saying that I need to wear my sparklies more often, but I don't know when that would happen. Maybe I need to have regular formal dinners or cocktail parties or something like that. I keep saying that. :-)
I did not manage to take over the world. I will admit I didn't devote a whole lot of energy or resources towards that particular goal, though.
I did not manage to get down to KC to visit Cat and Randy.
I did not learn a new OS.
I did not lose 50 pounds. I lost *some*. Then I gained part of it back. Feh.
I did not finish painting the upstairs bathroom.
I did not make any new kit.
I did not manage to rip up the ugly beige carpet in the living room. Again.
I did buy a new spiffy digital camera.
I did not poison anyone who ate feast at 12th Night.
I survived 12th Night.
I made nifty beads (although the ones that survived are the less nifty ones).
I made a hat.
I made a pink sock.
I started doing scrolls again.
I did clean out the Annex and it became a guest bedroom. Of sorts.
I did go through boxes and throw stuff out.
I did turn what used to be the dining room into an office.
I did file a lot of paperwork.
I bought a drafting table that weighs less than 400 pounds.
I bought a neat rug for the living room that is of the right color to hide where the cats have regurgitated on it.
I will take more pictures that aren't of the cats.
I will teach more classes.
I will actually write an article for the North Star.
I will make new kit.
I will rip out the ugly beige carpet in the living room. Really, this time. I promise.
I will make new window dressings for the living room. Not beige. Or red.
I will play with the kitties more.
I will make another pink sock to go with the first one.
And a bunch of other stuff that I haven't had time to write down because I am on the phone with a moron.
