*laughing* I love you wuh-maaaaaaaaan!
And I still made it to church this morning! Hunky says that when he was an adult living in his parents’ house, one of their rules was, you can stay out as late as you want, but your butt better be in church, awake, the next morning. I like that rule.
I just finished Almost Moon by Alice Sebold. It was a tad disturbing. Long story short… Helen is the daughter of a whacknut 80 year old woman. She tells the stories from growing up that developed the relationship between her and her mother. While I was reading, it made me feel just a little bit crazy. I have to be careful what I read because sometimes I start to identify a little too much with the characters and after I shut the book, I still feel the emotions that the character is feeling. So no books about suicidal crack whores for me, thanks; ditto on characters afflicted with Dissociative Identity Disorder!
These are our Christmas stockings. My grandma made everyone she knew this same Christmas stocking. Unfortunately, by the time Dino came along, Grandma had already taken up permanent residence in Alzheimer’s-Land. I do have her pattern though. Is there anyone out there that knows how to knit that would be able to make Dino a stocking to match ours? I’ll trade you a pretty lap-throw size quilt for your sofa!
Well, I suppose I’ve had enough fun for one day.
Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dude. Word.