We drove to Oklahoma, with Toppa and Fry in the back seat laughing, Hubs driving, and me knitting.
I might as well come clean. When the tip of a circular needle breaks and there's no us7s within a 100 mile radius, be careful with the super glue. Everything is fine, I managed to NOT be glued to the blue project, plus, I'm no longer attached to the broken part of the needle. As a bonus, the project didn't suffer from me yelping and trying to shake the glued part off of me. Toppa tried to mock me in a sisterly way. It's tough to tease someone who accepts their inner idiot.
It was just us girls and our spouses the first day and most of the morning. Then cousins arrived. Water balloon fights, treasure hunts, batmiton, miniature golf, gift bags, pointy party hats, birthday cake, we all had a blast. No one was exempt from the water fights. Sadly, I wore a shirt that didn't show wetness, and so was a target. I ducked a lot of water balloons.
We came back sans Fry who is basking in the Gran and Pop spoiling. On the ride back, I knitted up an eye mask for Toppa out of the yarn Mom gave me. Or rather, some of it. Goopa had given me the Yarn Harlot's Meditations for Women Who Knit Too Much and a Knit calendar for 2006. She liked her socks, too. What's not to like? There's love in every stitch.
Once home, we vegged, and then yesterday had pizza delivery. Fry won't be happy, she loves pizza delivery. It was our belated anniversary dinner. I'd had a migraine all day that nothing would kick, and it's still a little bit here today. I'm rather sick of all the sitting around I've been doing, so I'm really wanting to ignore the headache and just do something. Getting pictures developed is high on the list.
Chelle, I have all of Mary B's Slightly series and love them. Jane Feather and Victoria Alexander are two authors I also like.