So my sister sends me this comment in response to my blog entry of yesterday. Fitting, no? It did, however, cause me no end of amusement. Because obviously this is the REAL reason why we blog and leave comments. Not the knitting. OBVIOUSLY.
Speaking of knitting, the projects have resorted to threats due to the constant neglect. Or at least one of them has. I have a feeling this note might be from the sock:
I hate to cave in to a threat from a sock who is apparently unaware that there are no curtains in the apartment; and I don’t want anyone to think I’m a pansy, but at the same time, I don’t want anything bad to happen to Bear. I mean, what if the sock knits up some curtains and then gives them to Bear? What will I do? IT WILL BE A TRAVESTY! But who do I call for help? DHR? Animal Control? My LYS?
Yeesh. Maybe I should just knit the damn sock. Damn boring stockinette sock….just kidding sock! I love you! You are wonderful and beautiful and so going to be completed soon. You’ll see! I’m going to finish you!(Insert evil laugh here.)
And in more depressing news, I have learned that I am indeed, possibly, sort of, maybe just a little bit…..ugh…..an adult. (Please don’t tell anybody that I used the a-word.)
I was on the phone with my fire-eating-Cirque-du-Soleil-worthy friend Celeste (Hi Celeste!) last night, and normally we are the LEAST adult-like people EVER. E.V.E.R. But somehow last night, we ended up having a grown-up conversation about investing in mutual funds, Roth IRAs and retirement. Uh hello? I am the new Marilyn Monroe, albeit the half-asian version, but whatever. I will be YOUNG FOREVER and ummm…..what was I saying?
Hey! Where are you going? Come back here! I’m not done talking yet! Somebody tell me what I was saying!!!!
Oh, right, being an adult. Investing, retirement, blah blah blah. Well, after giving it much (*cough*)serious(*cough*) thought, I decided that the most prudent and SMARTEST retirement plan I could come up with is the Anna Nicole Smith Retirement Plan, except I don’t plan on blowing it all on food….just yarn. Oh, and travelling. So, anybody know any old rich geezers about to kick the bucket? So if anyone out there has a rich grandpa or great grandpa looking for a younger wife, send me a shout out!
Anyway, whole point of this is that Celeste and I are going to run away to Europe and live there HAPPILY EVER AFTER….for a little while anyway. See how adult and grown up we are? YEAH!
If your sock can knit curtains, I’d rent it out. Now THAT’S Cirque-du-Soleil worthy
Hey, I could really use some curtains. Send your sock over here, please. My socks just lay there like slugs and are no help at all with the housework.
If the sock is in fact capable of doing anything other than writing threatening messages on post-it notes, I will be contracting it out for a modest fee, of course.