Illness . . . Day Three

It's just an end-of-summer cold (and truthfully, I'd rather have it now and be done with it than get sick in the middle of winter) but I am Just Too Busy to get sick. To quote The Grinch: "My schedule wouldn't allow it!" (It's true, I adore that movie. I also love parentheses.) So I dragged my sorry @$$ outta bed and got myself to work at 8am, and instantly regretted it. MW came and sat next to me and told me I looked Awful. I told her I felt Awful, so we were in agreeance (to quote Fred Durst, who is an idiot.)

I should have stayed until 5 or 5:30, but I only made it until 3pm. I stopped at La Tormenda and got some tacos. Wow I think that's my new favorite place to eat for sure! And then since I knew I was off tomorrow, I went and ran most of my errands today so tomorrow I can just stay home and veg out. I went all the way up to Pepperidge Farm, but it wasn't Mint Milano day. By some bizarre twist of fate, I ran into an ex-boyfriend and I comported myself admirably. A lil hug, a lil small-talk, and off he drove again. That whole episode in my life was Just Bizarre and while I'm glad it happened, it still threw me off-kilter for quite awhile, and I try not to think about it. So back to the goodies at PF: huge bags of goldfish (haha, i typed "godfish" at first!) crackers, but they were parmesan-flavored and I only like plain. So I got me two lil bags of the plain, a bag of Mint Milanos, and a bag of Marbellas. Apparently these are new . . . . they looked yummy, and cookies bought at the PF thrift store are $1.25 a bag so you can afford to be adventurous once in awhile. Oh, and I may or may not have gotten four pounds of Godiva chocolate, and I may or may not have already eaten a good handful of same.

And in Smithfield I stopped at the LYS there. I found me some size 7 Brittany Birch needles and the summer's issue of Interweave Crochet. (Yes it's true, I'm an occasional hooker.) I had failed to pick it up when it was at Borders, and there is a way-cool jacket in there that I am sure I can make. I've crocheted for 20 years, I've only knitted since February 2006. But crocheting hurts my hands and knitting doesn't so much.

And then I went and did my weekly Deseret Industries crawl. I found some fatigues, and called up the DD to ask her if she would wear them if I bought them. There was a choice between size small and size medium. They are somewhat adjustable, and I know she's almost the same size as me, so I got the medium. I should have tried to find a large, as these have no wiggle room in them at all. But, they were five bucks, and they are official US Army-issue, so they will wear like iron. I told her she didn't have to wear them to school unless she wanted to, but they are her official play pants, and she is a lower-GI. Ha-ha, THAT was funny!! She is So Hard on her clothes that I just cannot afford to buy brand-new clothes for her. I know she hates always having thrift-store clothes, but I have thrift-store clothes and so it's not like I'm making her do something I wouldn't do myself. I also found a leather jacket (has a tear in it, I think I'll find some pink duct-tape) and a wool sweater to make into another handbag. And my yarn find: 7 skeins of Sirdar Chenille, in eggshell. Each skein priced at $6.95, I got the bag for $3. It may turn into the jacket from Interweave Knits. It is slightly thinner than the yarn used in the pattern, but I think that will make it even more open. And it's not HUGELY different: the yarn in the pattern measures 120 yds/50gr, and this chenille stuff is 170 yds/50 gr. I am going to wind a lilbit off and see if it will take dye.

And then I went home. I fed the DD, I came upstairs and talked with RP for a few minutes, and then I went to bed. 90 minutes later I woke up to sneeze. I took another dose of Claritin and one of Airborne, and I've sat here writing this. I'm going to finish in a lilbit and go back to bed. Since I left work 2 hours early, I should really see about making that up tomorrow. But I know me, I'll get interested in the daily lineup of HGTV, DIY Network, and Travel Channel and I won't move. I really need to get a second receiver upstairs in my bedroom so I can lay in bed and watch, like I did when I was carrying the DD. Speaking of said child, she turns 12 on Sunday. Am I really 37?? I don't feel like I am, I know I don't LOOK like I am. And I sure as heck don't act like it either.

Oh, and I have another FO. I finished DF's scarf that he wanted in trade for making my handbag-display-stand. It took me 1 1/2 days of knitting at work to do, I am embarrassed that it took me so long to get going. I took a pic of him and I'll post it on the FO post soon. And I LOATHE ENTIRELY plastic size 17 needles. I'm not too wild about my Addi Turbo size 17s either, but the plastic are terrible. I want bamboo!

*ETA*
I got some wood size 17's. Apparently Clover doesnt make them in bamboo that big. But that's okay!