Fast Fly By

Which is to say that the weekend mysteriously got away from me and now I have about minus 5 minutes to get on the exercise bike so I won't be late for work. I promise to write more tomorrow about the weekend (What bright, shiny new thing was purchased for Ms.K's comfort and brought home yesterday via trailer? How long did it take Mr. K to decide on it? Why did Ms. K come to the conclusion that all salesmen should be shot on sight? These and other answers when we return tomorrow to "As Ms K's World Turns").

BUT, I did want to show you what Childe did:

With the 6 that Marianne just sent to me (but aren't here yet for me to photograph--rest assured, I will), I believe this brings us to 176 of the 180 needed. (What wonderful prize is in store for whomever sends me number 180? Tune in tomorrow...)

This is what I did:

When not at Sears wondering if salesmen eat their own young. It still needs to be edged (the blankie, not the salesman) but I think it's awfully pretty.

Finally, since I have no humor of my own to offer you this fine Monday morning, I offer the work of a cartoonist from my local paper:

Why this made me laugh so hard, I don't know. It probably says something slightly disturbing about me.

Keep on knitting, and learn from the above: stay away from Sears on weekends, and always keep your shell on.