I got a test back today in Biology 212....and I got a perfect score plus 2 extra credit points. And I worked hard and totally deserved it.
Pause to see if little irritating voice will point out imagined unworthiness...nope. I think she's pieholesmacked too.
Anyway, someone mentioned singing the alphabet song to alphabetize and I wanted to come right over and hug you because I do exactly the same thing. I also talk under my breath when doing simple mathematics, as in "Let's see, 3 minus 7, have to borrow, 13 minus 7 is 6, now we took one away from the 2 so it's a 1, 1 minus 4...have to borrow, 11 minus 4 is seven" etc. And I occasionally count on my fingers. And I've been known to nod knowingly when very smart people ask if I've read or seen something that it seems apparent I should have...and then respond "Yes, but it's been awhile. Refresh my memory." I know. I should be ashamed of that one.
Oh, and whoever admired the sock yarn, it's Fleece Artist in the Marine colorway. I love it, too! Can't wait to wear them, especially now that I know I don't have to butter my legs.
Bottom line: I want to come over to all of your houses and give you a great big hug, and a thank you for caring so much. It was exactly what I needed, and I didn't even know that I did. So yeah, I'll be over in a bit (longer for you folks across the pond). Have cookies and knitting ready. = )
Oh, and to all of you who suggested that I deserved a bit of stash reward....I feel a bit better now about admitting to this:
It's a merino/tencel blend sock yarn which is as soft as baby hair and hand dyed by the Yarn Pirate. She's local, as it turns out, and I needed that like I need....well, another big hole in my wallet through which money can flow freely outwards. But damn, isn't it PRETTY? Check her out--this yarn is seriously droolworthy. This is the Sweethearts colorway; she also just did one called Neopolitan (pink, brown, white) and another called Dogwood (just pink and brown) that tried ever so hard to come home with me as well. I was firm...but let us not pretend that I'll forget where I can buy them or anything.
Well, I was going to talk to you today about possible cures for Mr. K's snoring...which has been so bad this week (he has a cold) that the FDA has started routing planes around our house at night so as to avoid messing up the instruments. It's bad. And I adore him and I know it's not his fault and I only want good things for him, truly...but will I burn in hell for thinking at 3:00 this morning that I could probably stuff an entire sweatsock into his mouth before he woke up and possibly muffle the sound? (I was going to use a clean one. Really, I'm not THAT mean.) How about for shoving him so hard with one foot (in hopes of shifting his level of sleep enough that the snoring might stop temporarily) that I nearly knocked him out of bed and then, when he started awake, playing dumb and saying "What's the matter, Sweetie? Did you have a bad dream?"? How about for thinking that if he did that really loud pigsnort thing one more time I was going to ball up the cat and throw it at him, pointy bits first? (In my defense, this was around 5:00 am and I had to get up for school and he got to keep sleeping.) Okay, what about for taking an unnecessarily noisy shower because if I couldn't sleep, by God neither could he? Tickling his feet every time I walked by to get socks, lotion, etc.? Greeting his cheery "good morning" with a grunted "Yeah, you WOULD think so."?
Yep, probably burning in hell. I just hope my yarn doesn't have to come with me. Burning wool smells nasty.
Lastly, a little something for the kitty fans. When I finally gave up and stumbled out of bed this morning it was still early, so I stopped to skim the internet quickly. I was apparently not firing on all cylinders (one, maybe. Just one.) because I failed to recall the rule about feeding the kitties before computer play. We did not ALL forget:
"Look Lady--I fixed Mickey's ass. I can fix yours, too."
(Ignore the carpet spot...that's just a wad of fluff that, naturally, I didn't notice until after I took the photo. I think it's the last of the dust bunnies that didn't get eaten by the dust gorillas.)
Giant hugs to all of you. Again. You have no idea how much it means.