~ packing a punch! ~

Last weekend I finished knitting a sweater that I've been working on off and on for over a year. The project was on hold for about eight months because I ran out of yarn and spent some time on a hunt for it. You may assume correctly that by "finished" I mean that I have actually attached both arms and weaved in my ends, which is not evidenced by this photo. A funny thing happened last week when I wore the sweater to work. In the morning (prior to going to work), I had plucked the sweater from my floor where it had been resting, and obviously did not pay too much attention when I pulled it over my torso. After I had arrived to work and was getting coffee, I was bragging about my sweater to Amy, when I looked down to point out the nice cabling work and noticed that the cabling was on the inside of the arm at which I was pointing. I have a tendency to sewing the arms to my sweaters on inside-out, and I instantly became hotflashy frustrated thinking that I had done just that. But no, I merely had the sweater on inside-out. Whew! So yes, the sweater has a nifty mini-cable design, which is not very easily seen because of the yarn I used, and is not visible in this photo. Whatever, it fits well.

Last night in class, one of my classmates, in discussing her disdain for the Bush administration, used the phrase "shove it up my crotch."

And yet again, I need to remember to telephone the police and my insurance because of a tire-slasher running amok in my neighborhood.

Also, I had a dental appointment this morning during which the hygenist voiced what good care I have taken of my teeth.

In other trivialities, my parents need a new clothes dryer. After watching the entirety of the Shaggy Dog movie, during which time my clothes were in their dryer, my clothes exited the dryer being just as soggy as when they entered the dryer. Once I arrived home, I proceeded to drape everything about my apartment, thus creating new and exciting uses for my bicycles.

Now, I'm sure that all of you who lead fabulous lives in big fabulous cities find my discussion of my laundry and dental appointments a tad inconsequential, but beneath them flows an undercurrent of marvelocity and amazingnitude. Take last night, for example, after what was one of the most boring three hours of my recent existence in class, I walked home where I drank a glass of wine by myself, ate some kidney beans, and regretted certain aspects of my school schedule. THEN? Josh called and we had this fantastic conversation about a guy he met that day who proclaimed himself to be a prophet. AND THEN?! I brushed my teeth and slipped myself betwixt my sheets and slept on my mattress on the floor of my kitchen, snoozing to the gentle hum of the fridge and the noises from the alley.

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