Random weirdness from a tattoo-artist gun-toting biker-chick knitting foodie with seven kids. Keep the change, ya filthy animal...

So far Sunday

  • The x took the kids to church. I went back to bed.
  • They came home with Dunkin Donuts. I had a chocolate-filled one.  I’m gonna weigh 200# if I don’t start burning some calories.
  • I still feel sore-throaty, stuffy, and lethargic.  I’m lying around and bossing everybody else what to do.  It’s the rules.
  • I think I’m nearly loopy on cold meds.
  • I finished knitting the hat I’m working on. The pattern called for 3 or 4 pattern repeats.  I did 4.  Decreased over 7 rows (2”), and the hat was too short.  Had to pick out the last 7 rows and put it back on needles.
  • It’s handspun yarn, which I didn’t have any more of.  So I had to get out of bed and find the fiber and spin another 20 yards or so.
  • Artemas is making me homemade french fries.
  • I have orange juice.

One down, one to go

One down, one to go