Blogger has been kind of slow loading lately, and has been really finicky when it comes to letting me add a title. Today is apparently no-title day, because even blogger likes to sleep in on beastly hot Monday mornings.
This weekend, aside from the Day of Three Dinners (all DELICIOUS, may I add), I pretty much hung around with my pal Jack Shit. I finished a knitted project (and there was puppetry and dancing, of course), I started and almost finished a cotton slouchy lounging around the house sock (and then promptly ran out of yarn for it), I knit up ALL the orange for the Browns scarf and realized that Lion's Brand doesn't believe in cutting it close because I still have a whole skien left over(I'm hoping to repeat it with the brown...gee, more orange and brown yarn, I certainly don't have enough of THAT...)and I decided to get rid of some of the stuff I've had for a year and I am now making socks out of some cheap ass Bernat baby yarn I got for $1. Hey, acrylic socks are proven to be good for diabetic feet, right? I may as well practice with the girly colors I have before the order from Smiley's arrives. Yeah, OK. So I'm not so much getting rid of yarn I have to be a more organized person, I'm making way for new stuff. Stop judging me! Snap!
On a slightly related note, I think being insane must run in this family, and also in our circles of friends. I took the formerly cursed blue socks to church to show off to my mom, who watched me knitting them in the dark in front of a campfire on Girls' Weekend. She passed one down to her friend, and they both IMMEDIATELY turned them into sock puppets. It was both amazing and a wee bit frightening.
I was also called by some drunks at Malloy's yesterday. Now, I won't divulge the identities of the drunks, but we shall address them by their code names, "Bat" "Sali" and "Ryan." I walked over and we had mussels, wings, and they played cornhole until everyone sobered up.
Is Bar Cornhole and Ohio thing? I think they thought beanbags were safer than darts. I don't really think they are, I just think there's less blood, and therefore less of a cleanup involved.
To work and beyond!
This weekend, aside from the Day of Three Dinners (all DELICIOUS, may I add), I pretty much hung around with my pal Jack Shit. I finished a knitted project (and there was puppetry and dancing, of course), I started and almost finished a cotton slouchy lounging around the house sock (and then promptly ran out of yarn for it), I knit up ALL the orange for the Browns scarf and realized that Lion's Brand doesn't believe in cutting it close because I still have a whole skien left over(I'm hoping to repeat it with the brown...gee, more orange and brown yarn, I certainly don't have enough of THAT...)and I decided to get rid of some of the stuff I've had for a year and I am now making socks out of some cheap ass Bernat baby yarn I got for $1. Hey, acrylic socks are proven to be good for diabetic feet, right? I may as well practice with the girly colors I have before the order from Smiley's arrives. Yeah, OK. So I'm not so much getting rid of yarn I have to be a more organized person, I'm making way for new stuff. Stop judging me! Snap!
On a slightly related note, I think being insane must run in this family, and also in our circles of friends. I took the formerly cursed blue socks to church to show off to my mom, who watched me knitting them in the dark in front of a campfire on Girls' Weekend. She passed one down to her friend, and they both IMMEDIATELY turned them into sock puppets. It was both amazing and a wee bit frightening.
I was also called by some drunks at Malloy's yesterday. Now, I won't divulge the identities of the drunks, but we shall address them by their code names, "Bat" "Sali" and "Ryan." I walked over and we had mussels, wings, and they played cornhole until everyone sobered up.
Is Bar Cornhole and Ohio thing? I think they thought beanbags were safer than darts. I don't really think they are, I just think there's less blood, and therefore less of a cleanup involved.
To work and beyond!
posted at 5:20 AM
4 Comments:
I like my code name a lot.
And no one from this household is judging you, if that helps!
Cornhole. HA!
It's a Ohio thing for sure. And Indiana.
I don't think any game called "cornhole" would catch on here... I am sure the game itself is fun, though...
I am SOT inane!
(BTW, is "Mrs. Jeli's Mom" going camping?)
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