Le sigh.
Hubby didn’t get off work until after 5, and the yarn store in Davidson closes at 5.
My efforts to spare my daughter a long, boring car ride were for naught anyway. My cousin (he is fine) called from the hospital and needed someone to give him a lift back to his car. He had chest pains at work today, and the nurse there called 911 and he got an ambulance ride. Said car was about 20 miles from the house. The yarn store is 25 miles from the house. Sorry, kiddo.
This has not worked out to be the Bestest Week Ever. All I want is some freakin’ Lorna’s Laces Worsted so I can make this freakin’ baby sweater out of machine-washable wool, and every day that passes is another day that I can’t be working on it. Grumble grumble.
On the up side, The kiddo and I went to Pike’s and I got a black cow while she got a strawberry sundae – with salt and pepper, of course. So there was still some fun had.
I had a young friend once who went through a streak of eating almost nothing but room temperature, commercially canned green beans. With peanut butter on them. I think salt and pepper on ice cream isn’t quite that intrusive…and man, is she growing up gorgeous! Are y’all getting the locks installed on your closet doors?
I had a young friend once who went through a streak of eating almost nothing but room temperature, commercially canned green beans. With peanut butter on them. I think salt and pepper on ice cream isn’t quite that intrusive…and man, is she growing up gorgeous! Are y’all getting the locks installed on your closet doors?