HOT!

It's September 22nd and this week is supposed to heat up to 100 degrees or more so I was told by another shopper at the big box store.   I found DH, who had gone off to buy stuff while I lingered by the ipods, and told him that if this was true, I was spending the whole rest of the week in a bathtub full of water with a good book.

The Jeep comes home today.  She had a little accident on the way through LA.  Someone had the audacity to pick a fight with a toad (a towed vehicle).  Battered and with a severely bent door, J carried us through the rest of the month, whistling like a tea kettle on the boil, on all the freeways of the great state of California.  Now she should be entirely fixed.  A hit and run victim, she kept right on rolling.

Today, a lovely odd ball of Barefoot Mountain Colors became the newest sock yarn in the petting zoo stash here at CasaZippi.  When we took off in the Silverado rental truck( what a MOOSE that thing is, but a very NICE moose) we headed on down to exchange some needlepoint canvas that was just a bit too small.  I love my LYS, because it's partly a cross stitch and needlepoint cottage and the people are so nice!  Anway, there was the BMC in the Odd balls.  Who could blame me for snatching it?  You?  na.. you know what sock knitting addiction and yarn lust are like....Ahem....

The tortoises are growing very slowly now after their big growth period of the first year.  Now it will be hard to see them growing much at all.  I think we have a calipers around here somewhere so that's the next instrument of torture they will  endure in the name of scientific knowledge.  I did notice that the best eater is still Milagro, and she had some shiney area between her plates.

Milagro grew a lot, whereas Mosquito almost died a few months ago.  He got some sort of film on his face and could not open his eyes or his mouth.  When I washed him down very well, he was happy to reward me with a smile, a head bob, and by chowing down.  I keep my eye on him now.  He's the one I saw in a little dreamlike snoozing - you know, your head falls over and you wake up with a stiff neck sort of dream snooze.  Anyway, I think I said that I told DH to look for another baby, and so he did that next morning.  There was tiny Mosquito, coming toward him as DH stepped two steps out the back slider.  Kismet!

I'm waiting to see if I have to fight with my doctor over a medicine.  Hopefully since I've lost 9 pounds and am now a welterweight, I'll get a pass for something I really don't wanna take.  We all have these days, eh?  Cheerio!  Can't think of anything other than to slap up more pictures!  Winking baby torts maybe?