4:26 pm My inner nerd is experiencing a severe identity crisis due to my need for remedial work in my sweater knitting class.
4:59 pm Bad: fibro flare-up today. Good: Am thinking that pain-medicine-intoxication will TOTALLY “spice up” my remedial knitting work.
11:39 am Sadly, not even pain meds PLUS Mark Harmon PLUS Mint Milanos can ease the pain of 20″ of off-white garter stitch.
11:40 am Is there such a thing as “sweater rage”? Because I seriously think I have it.
10:19 am Am wondering how many more physical ailments I’ll have to develop before I finally admit that the sweater knitting has defeated me.
12:11 pm My Embarrassingly Obvious Yet Hard-Won Insight of The Week: Hobbies should not drive you to any form of substance abuse.
Life’s Little Pleasures
5:32 pm Going out to locate some Girl Scout cookies. I think Thin Mints would help cure an earache, don’t you?
4:24 pm Still can’t find any freaking Girl Scouts! Am soothing my grief at the absence of Thin Mints with some Mint Milanos.
10: 57 am To the Girl Scout Troop in front of Kroger: Don’t try to foist off your inferior cookie selections on me-it’s Thin Mints or nothing at all!
Comment received on blog post from earlier in the week: “Interesting that while your area appears to have a deficit of Thin Mints, my daughter’s troop has a surplus. I’d offer to send a few boxes to you, but I suspect that would be like offering some Jack Daniels to an alcoholic.”
9:31 am Am starting my own drinking game based on number of times per day I have to yell, “Hey-that’s not a scratching post!”
8:54 am The bug guy is coming to spray our house this morning. This is the start of our 6th year together. Does that mean I need to get him a gift?
4:47 pm Can’t stop thinking that freshly turned patch of earth is where next door neighbor killed and buried his elderly mother. Damn NCIS!
4:03 pm Just attempted Dance of Shiva vertical arms, and have now impaled myself on my own elbows.
The Perfect Finish To The Weekend
1:10 pm Just returned from lunch where I heard a story that started with, “One time my mother shot a deer in the ass.” More on that later.