Today is my nephew’s 9th birthday. N I N E. Wasn’t he just a baby the other day? Oh no. That’s right. He wasn’t. The other day I was explaining Gay marriage/families to him so he couldn’t have been a baby. Didn’t I tell you I always get the big questions?
Tomorrow is WWKIP day! Guess where I’ll be knitting???? At the mechanic! Barbie’s A/C died – again. 3rd time’s a charm I guess.
Many thanks to Bezzie, Trillian and Shannon for telling me to forge ahead on my Tomato sweater and everything will turn out OK. I hope to finish it this weekend (not at the mechanic tho. To bulky to tote anywhere.)
I’ve been having weird, nightmarish, freaky dreams. Last night I dreamt that I had a date with Vincent D'Onofrio. On my way to meet him, I ran into My Mr. Big and he was scary. Psycho-stalker scary*. Although he didn’t talk to me he was staring at me, following me (yeah OK - stalking me). When I got to where I was meeting Vincent there were police and emergency vehicles there. MMB had found out who I was meeting and where and he cut his legs off and broke his back.
This is not a normal dream. What is wrong with me?
*An aside – in real life, the face MMB shows the world is hard and tough and scary. He is very intimidating. Very few people see that he isn’t like that at all. Although I still wouldn’t want to piss him off.