03 June 2006

She's back...(see?)

Obligatory Knitting Content
featuring The Back of My Head


Finally, I have arrived in the land of Berkshire-Hathaway. I got here Monday, however, I've been too wasted to post until now. Big ups to everyone in my knitting posses who sent warm wishes and words of encouragement--they are greatly appreciated.

Tuesday, I presented the knitters at Mangelsen's with cheap-ass loonie candy from Dollarama, and a shitload of Coffee Crisp (I think they liked it, Mikey)! Who knew?
...At first I thought it just said R.I.P.
Thursday, I reconnected with the gang (and I use that term in the least violent way possible) at String of Purls. Carin, the official Nurse of our weekly SnB's, presented me with this incredibly charming-yet-practical baby sock that doubles as a stich marker holder (and inside were five of the cutest stitch markers that matched, no less)! How crafty is that shit? Color me amazed.

Lorna (who is abnormally thoughtful) brought a big ol' bag of scones, freshly baked by her sister. Naturally, I took the few leftovers home. Mother attempted to steal them, but I caught her during one of her rooting episodes and managed to get them away from her. And here's the deal--if you take the fragments at the bottom of the bag and put them in a bowl with a dollop of butter and a few squirts of honey, they taste great after you nuke 'em for a few secs. Try it--you'll like it.
Dead Folks doing what they do best.
The annual Death Tour has been split into fragments, due to the incredibly ginormous monkey wrench the Ass Clowns threw into our travel plans. Monday, I went from Lachine at 6h to Hiawatha, Kansas at 18h, then back to Omaja by 21h. We got back just before the thunder and lightning started . But I managed to get in a few pics for your viewing pleasure.

Miss Pearl the guinea pig is doing well, and I look forward to visiting relatives from whom I've begged favors while I was away. Right now however, I'm sigining off, as it's time for me to begin the semi-regular ritual of cramps, bloating, and what Madison Avenue euphemistically once called "The Joy of Being A Woman."

Analgesics are always welcome.

Shalom, y'all.

3 comments:

puck said...

i can't believe i missed you at sop on thursday. i suck. will you be here this week as well?
coffee crisp is ok, but i prefer the fruit & nut cadbury bars. the boyfriend misses his dill flavored sunflower seeds and his zesty fromage chips :>
the in laws are safely back in SK canada, and my vacation is nearing its end (so sad). anywho, hope i get to see you before you are off again to the great white north.
jen

dragon knitter said...

and to think i missed all that fun to sweat my ass off while i toted things up stairs, and listened to my son piss everybody in the house off, closely followed by a lecture from grandpa, and then followed by my fiance deciding he needed to go home early, because he couldn't deal with sean any more (yeah, mr patience finally reached his limit), and eating crappy pizza (ok, it wasn't crappy, but in the interest of ease of ordering, i went along with the pepperoni theme, and i don't particularly care for pepperoni, sigh).

i'm with jen, i truly hope you're there this thursday (not that i may be there, mark is also having foot surgery and i've got court thursday)

gina said...

I'm a lurker but I think you have a kickass blog and I never fail to laugh out loud at your descriptions! The dead doing what they do best...I almost spit red wine on my husbands new computer!