I may not post for awhile because I'm barely moving. I'm exhausted, have to spellcheck every other word, and know my body is attacking me, and it's best to just rest more.
This morning I counted the knitting stitches over and over again, trying to figure out why I was missing a stitch, I wasn't, but I counted them all again and got 56 stitches! I turned the knitting inside out searching for ladders, NONE! Then I counted again, and suddenly there were the correct 13,12,13,12, equaling 50. That's when I knew I must be in a flair, that and everything hurt like heck for the past five days. I know many who read here have these things, and I blame stress and the whacky weather. Things will settle down soon enough, so no worries but I will be gone for awhile.
Teeny rant about yet another produce theft:
While Wolfie is recuperating from a fall he took someplace in the house while we were gone last Friday, I will offer you the hilarious video below. I think our Wolf either fell trying to get onto the bed, get off the bed and hung there for while, or hurt himself by throwing his body repeatedly against the front door while a local Thieves/"chefs" trimmed the tortoise food off the Opuntia in the front yard. I hate sneak thief "chefs". They should have their crockery broken, or at least their hats snatched and sent up a flagpole or maybe, if we knew who they were, we could egg their houses? What they do is stealing.
Dog and Baby sing duet. High Opera!
This morning I counted the knitting stitches over and over again, trying to figure out why I was missing a stitch, I wasn't, but I counted them all again and got 56 stitches! I turned the knitting inside out searching for ladders, NONE! Then I counted again, and suddenly there were the correct 13,12,13,12, equaling 50. That's when I knew I must be in a flair, that and everything hurt like heck for the past five days. I know many who read here have these things, and I blame stress and the whacky weather. Things will settle down soon enough, so no worries but I will be gone for awhile.
Teeny rant about yet another produce theft:
While Wolfie is recuperating from a fall he took someplace in the house while we were gone last Friday, I will offer you the hilarious video below. I think our Wolf either fell trying to get onto the bed, get off the bed and hung there for while, or hurt himself by throwing his body repeatedly against the front door while a local Thieves/"chefs" trimmed the tortoise food off the Opuntia in the front yard. I hate sneak thief "chefs". They should have their crockery broken, or at least their hats snatched and sent up a flagpole or maybe, if we knew who they were, we could egg their houses? What they do is stealing.
Dog and Baby sing duet. High Opera!
Hope it was fun! Have fun, ya hear?
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