Did the Hot Chocolate Run (Walk) with the Drinking/Knitting Liberally crew. Audrey screamed and fussed and cried the whole time, even though there were dogs and jugglers and even a penguin. She refused to be placated, even when offered, and I am not kidding, an entire cup of marshmallows. She. hates. me. Update for Daddy when we got home:
Him: Did you have a good time?
Her: Yeah!
Me: (complicated facial expression, sort of an astonished eye roll)
Him: Did you cry?
Her: Yeah, I cried a lot.
Another fun thing is that Handsome Husband has caught the Plague and had even taken time off of work, which never happens without internal or external bleeding. We came home the other day and I asked him how he was feeling:
Him: I feel shitty.
Her: Why you feel shitty, Daddy?
oops. She’s been dropping a few F bombs, too. Time to cool it on the Quentin Tarantino movies before bedtime.
That’s all for now, except to say we got my mother the Kickest Assest present today from a potter that HH is doing some internety work with. I would commission her to make every thing in my house that could be made with ceramic if I could. We would have the most gorgeous toilet in the world. I will post pictures when her site is up. You will clamor for the pretty, pretty things.
Off now to knit more. Doing the Hers scarf, that the wonderful Katy designed, for Grammy T. Doing some weird cabled hat and mittens for my mom is this gorgeous caramel cashmere blend, and making matching-ish headbands for my far away cousin and me, because we are 6 weeks apart and our parents used to dress us alike when we were kids. I think that’s it for holiday knits, but I may sneak in a few mitts if I have time.
It’s a sickness.
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