Lopi tote, folks - I'm getting there. I think I'll get everything done, so long as I knit constantly between now and December 18th.
Theo is home. I keep forgetting he is here and I get startled each time he walks into a room.
Does that only happen to me?
Larry, David, and Brian are all going on the Winter Survival camp out for Boy Scouts this weekend. Sounds like...um...fun. Really. Guess I'll just have to hold down the (comfortably warm) fort here at home. I'm okay with that.
Oh, yes, Larry and I had a little disagreement this week. Something to do with a shirt that had gone missing...
Me: Shirt? What shirt?
Larry: The one hanging on the back of the bathroom door - I was going to wear it to church.
Me: Oh, the one that didn't match the khaki pants you're wearing? The ugly plaid one with the blue background and yellow stripes?
Larry: Yeah, the new plaid one from LLBean. I like it. Where is it?
Me: I don't know.
He's cute when he looks confused like that.
|I'll look like this, only without those lips|
"What's with the orange hair?" Larry would ask me. "Is it an old Jewish lady thing?"
I don't know, Larry. But what's with the damn plaid? Is it an old New England guy sort of thing? IS IT?