December 10, 2003
December 10, 2003 - 4:10 p.m.
It occurred to me last night - while watching our third ep of Buffy - that there's still a crapload of holiday knitting to finish. Half of a watchcap in Silk Garden (colorway 88) was worked yesterday. The whole piece probably would be completed if it weren't for Scratcher's penchant for plain white t-shirts. You know the crew-neck kind that come in 3-packs for $5 at Chez Target? The ones that get thinner and softer with each washing, even if you're using heavy bleach and SuperCheap detergent? I love men in those. Probably it's because of Keanu Reeves in Speed - where the director beefed him up and shut him up, to the benefit of sex lives everywhere. Anyway. I blame my lack of accomplishment last night on a plain.white.t-shirt.
News on the money fringe: I'm disputing individual charges to my account, including one for a paint ball gun in Detroit. Hrm. Porn and paintball. These people have quality sex lives, don't they? I hope they accidentally swallow some paint. The refi's moving along, albeit incrementally - I signed prelim papers today for the title company. No word yet on the appraisal, which has me shivering in the 75-degree office. Damn. There go the nipples again. Must remember to wear bras with more padding. Cashing Daddy's check after work will help marginally. Drinking will help more.
Good stuff: I'd forgotten how much cheese-tastic TV makes me happy. Four eps of Buffy - even of the tripe that is season 5 - made me happy last night. Probably didn't hurt that I indulged in the first green goodness in many weeks. Yes, I'm an evil woman. So shoot me.
I've been trying to think of someone who'll lend me their digital camera for the weekend. It'd be nifty to get shots of all this knittery before it's gifted; I'd also like to post pics of the upcoming parties. Just remind me to put the camera away before the third bottle of champagne comes out. Heh.
Pulling new Tarot and finishing the watchcap will fill my solitary evening. That is, whatever time is left after feeding the fish, rubbing the kitty (no! filthy-minded little readers) and stuffing myself senseless. Mmm, roasted sweet potatoes with orange rind...
PS - sexy Sarah girl, name the day!
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