I dream of nachos

Yeah. I actually had a dream about going to Uncle Julio's resturant to have nachos. Mmm, nachos.


Clapity-clap clap!

I finished it Saturday night while watching InuYasha 3. I realize this doesn't prove the other half is done, but it is, and here the whole shebang is blocking. I will try to think of a more attractive way to photograph it. It's pretty light, since the alpaca is kind of worsted-lite, but I really like the way the colors turned out. There is, of course, cat hair on it.

I've started the Hedera socks in Cherry Tree Hill "River Run." I have no photo of it at this time, as one and a half inches of sock top is really an underwhelming visual. But stay tuned.

Speaking of feet, there was an odd development last week with my pontoons. One of them, the left one, was pretty much of normal size. The right one, however, was not.

It's hard to tell here. It happened on a doctor's appointment day, so I mentioned it to her, and she looked at my matching-sized calves and decided it probably wasn't a blood clot, which actually hadn't occurred to me. But it occurs to me now! As the single foot swelling happens about every day!

Funny you should mention that, Mary:

I recently came home to find the remaining bears scattered on the rug below. Jade does stretch out on top there but feels it's an undignified pose for a photo. Also, though I am not so much nesting as looking around at the mess in a deeply exhausted manner, the grand event is forecast for Aug. 29th, so it's coming up.

Tara, you could command me to sleep in the name of the Crumpled Tissue at the Bottom of My Purse. I obey, as much as I can.

M's Culture Report

Paris Hilton was apparently unharmed when her kinkajou bit her. She got a tetanus shot; I'm only assuming the kinkajou got one too. And possibly a rabies vaccine. On a related note, as a woman of partial Austrian decent, I am absolutely appalled.


Fun Little Known Fact About Me: I push my glasses up like Clark Kent. I try not to, but there ya go.