I Made This! Isn't it knit?

I finished this lovely ribbed scarf recently. It is quite soft. I knit it between cut scenes playing video games. I find this fact amusing. I’m supposed to start a Harry Potter scarf for Nick, which he’s lusting after since he first heard about them being produced. He also demanded I supply him with a full wardrobe of sweaters made from designs of his choosing, and also graciously ‘gave me permission’ to create my first practice sweater for him, as it will ‘most likely look like crap’ but it will be ‘the thought that counts.’ I’m going to need to order some yarn to start the scarf. He's says if I'm extra good, he'll let me wear shoes, and I can take a break from having babies. I kid, I kid. I knit for love.

In other news, I bought presale tickets for myself, Nick, and Walker to see Margaret Cho in June. Guaranteed within the first ten rows. Exciting!

Cheer up, Chum!

My profile stubbornly refuses to update with my most recent post. Stubbornly!

It is as if it suffured some horrific blow upon discovering the results of the last presidential election, and it lingers in perpetual despondance: mopey, mournful, and melancholy.

My Subconscious is Psychic

When it knows it's going to rain, it whispers to me 'today is a good day for a skirt and strappy heels' as a big FUCK YOU for all those times it wants chocolate chip cookies, and I tell it 'no thank you, I'm not hungry.'

No One Loves Puppy

I just remembered, my dog turned 2 yesterday. Poor puppy. I was so preoccupied running around fetching stuff for Nick because he's so miserable and pouty that I forgot about my dog. Should have taken him out to a park or something to run around, or buy him special treats. Maybe I'll do something late March, because that's when we got him.

The picture above is from two days before he turned two.

Bacterial Battle

All the cleaning from Sunday made Nick sick. He took it upon himself to take apart the vacuum, because it got clogged from almost 2 years of dirt + dog hair.

Messing with the vacuum cleaner, Nick erupted into a massive sneezing fit, which (according the doctor) ruptured membranes in his nose, making him susceptible to bacterial infection. The vile minions of the bacterial army stealthed into his nose Sunday night, began their attack on Monday, and by Tuesday had gained control of the fortress. The General is displeased.

I'm convinced Nick needs me... needs me to save his genetic line from the evils of allergies. I am a goddess of physical health and well-being.