Oh my gosh! I've been negligent.
Ok, have I mentioned Chuck? The knitting group on Sundays have heard of him. It seems Mom and Dad's cat Audine had a kitten she didn't want and didn't take care of. Mom called Little Goopa, the cat expert, who helped them nurse the kitten to health. He is named Chuck, and loves my Dad. My father is not a cat in the house person, but Chuck has managed to 'cute' his way inside. One night, while I was talking my Mom's ear off, Chuck fell asleep on Dad's Spongebob socks. Clearly, Chuck needs a Kitty Pi Bed. And now, he has one. It's a more masculine version, black to match him, and no foo foo eyelash yarn. Right now, it's drying after being felted to death.
Everyone's Christmas is done, excluding my Dad's. Once I decide on a yarn, I change my mind. Can I get a pair of socks knitted before December 1st? Maybe, probably, I'm sure as long as they're not knitted on 0US needles. :D
The cold is getting better, hugs to anyone who was concerned. I'm sure Nyquil's stock will go back down to normal. I still have coughs when I laugh, but not bad.
The bathroom counters are at Home Depot, waiting for me to pick up. The kitchen countertops will be installed on Tuesday. Am I excited? Oh yeah! Doing the plumbing myself isn't going to be the best, but everything will look nice before being flooded. (Kidding)
I'm going to HAVE to get a digital camera that can handle being dropped. Seriously.
The NaNoWriMo, while no longer an option, has spawned another goal. I'd like to finish the novel by the end of the year. It might be pushed to the end of January, maybe.
Dumb and Dumber is on. Fry and I are laughing, of course. It's not a Thanksgiving movie, but there IS snow in it. Just right for the Christmas mood.