I am at Ravelry

That’s where. I am lost in Ravelry, actually. Please send help, and possibly more yarn.  Today I won a silent auction and got this kick ass crazy orange angora/wool skein. I don’t even know what I will make with it, I just had to have it. It’s the first sign of sickness.

anyway, for those of you who care, we’re all fine, Audrey ass kickingly great (ass kicking!), Pete sold a cyanotype today because of his coolness. I am fairly certain we are astoundingly broke. If anyone has any advice on how to not be in debt, please share. (and don’t tell me don’t buy yarn. $20 every couple of months isn’t going to make us or break us, and it keeps me sane.) Alternately, if anyone has a modest amount of cash floating around, please also share. I promise to use it wisely.

I will only buy Audrey a few extra outfits, and perhaps shoes.

Handsome Husband was blathering on telling me something about a website, and he said something about kilograms.

My brain heard Kill-o-grams, like candygrams, but with killing.

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That is why I don’t know what the website thingie was about, because I sat on the couch, wondering if it would just be someone showing up at your door, wearing all black, saying mean things to you, or would there be actual bloodshed? And if so, it seems pretty silly to be advertising on the internet; I mean, you’d be pretty easy to catch, assuming anyone complained that the Kill-o-gram-ee was dead.

1. I have been deathly ill for the past 8 days. That is too many days to feel like barfing and not be pregnant. Actually, it’s just too many days to feel like barfing regardless of what is going on. Barfing sucks.
2. (aside to self: oh man I wonder if anybody reading this remembers Snippets from Saturday morning cartoons on channel 56. I should go make a whistle out of an acorn. Man I loved Snippets.)
3. At school, while all the kids were telling each other about how their daddies were all at work now, the Otter stands up and proudly tells the entire room, “My daddy’s at work, and my daddy toots!”
4. She can open the front door now, and I had to leap into action to stop her from visiting our neighbor’s cat at 7am. Seven is no time to leap into action. I prefer as little action as possible at seven. The neighbors owe me big.
5. A lot of preschooler songs have hand actions to go with them; Itsy Bitsy Spider for example. Three Blind Mice, traditionally, does not. However, in BabyBrain this particular song is not complete without them. They make no narrative sense, but there they are.
6. Today I had to sop up pee from the inside of a playground tunnel. The good news, I suppose, is that I still fit easily inside of a playground tunnel.
7. The Girl was splashing in the kiddie pool with A Boy. Naturally they were nude. The classic moment was the double take as she turned to beckon the poor Boy on some kind of treat stealing mission. Thankfully the distracting treats were in sight so we didn’t have to answer *that* question just yet. Ha! I’ve never seen a 2 year old with such a clear “What the Fuck?” look on her face.
8. There’s more, but I’m sleepy and increasingly incoherent. (did anyone notice??? no? hmm…)