I know, I'm a bad blogger for going a month without letting y'all know I'm still alive. And knitting; I have a pink P$$$y Hat that's ready for seaming (mattress stitch being the No. 2 bane of my existence), Miss A's halter top still working but getting closer to the finish line (and then it'll need mattress stitch up the back...sigh), a second P-Hat in work, and about 4 things that need to be blocked. There's another process I need to learn to love. Let's face it, finishing is the least fun part of knitting.
A couple of weekends ago, we went to the Golden Corral for supper. It's one big invitation to eat way more than one should, so of course I did. The Plaidman was driving, and he had an honest to Dog senior moment and got lost on the way home. Disco was being a very obstreperous backseat driver, using her phone to find the way home, only she doesn't drive at all and has no idea how the interstates connect around here. I kept trying to insert a word or two, to the effect that we just need to reverse the course we took to get there -- but she kept shouting me down. I finally had to ask her to shut the f**k up so her Dad could hear himself think. It was a bit scary, but once the loudmouth in the back buttoned her lip, Plaidman & I were able to sort out our route. I think it'll be a while before we visit the Corral again -- and I'll drive!
Oh my Dog, have you read the last 3 posts on the Yarn Harlot's blog? Be sure you have tissues handy; she could wring tears from a stone. I keep telling Disco she needs to read them, sorta hinting- but-not-really; she doesn't realize how much I'd like to be a grandmother!