- I usually aim high at Christmas, because it’s really not that much of a surprise if I fail anyway so why not go nuts. This year I planned on making 37 presents. I have completed 5.
- Every time Grady farts without crying, I really do fill with pride and glee. I know I’ve tweeted about this before, and it’s too much information no matter the forum, but I just love it. She used to be plagued by her wee little intestinal system and now she’s kicking it’s ass. I’ve just got to try to learn to control myself in public when she toots. Because it’s looking kind of ridiculous.
- Oh man. This one is so bad. For my first knitting project, I did whatever I wanted for a scarf, without looking at any sort pattern. I knew how to knit, I knew how to purl, so I grabbed the wheel and drove those needles straight to Reno. (What, you haven’t heard that expression?) And it’s hideous. Awful. I don’t know where it is now. Probably the seventh circle.
- This is similar disaster. I learned how to do cables so I tried my hadn at a scarf. Too bad, really – that white yarn is a really wonderful angora blend, that I would be thrilled to work with now – I knew not what I had.
- No wonder I hate knitting scarves now.
- I want to cuddle Grady right now but she’s peacefully asleep. And I try to avoid forcing cuddles on her.
