That would be me. Except I’m not really a beaver. Just a girl. (Commence singing No Doubt’s "I’m Just A Girl") Actually, I’m not just a girl. I’m SUPERGIRL. Ok, here’s where the ADD kicks in: Does anyone else do this? If I’m eating colored candy (i.e. M&Ms or Skittles) I always have to pull out one of each color to save to eat last. It doesn’t matter in which order I eat the last of the candies, only that I have one of each color. Well, at least it doesn’t matter what order I eat the M&Ms in, I mean, they all taste the same. With the Skittles, I eat them in order of least favorite flavor to favorite flavor. Also, when I have 3 left, I like to make the Mickey Mouse silhouette with them. All righty, now that you know about my weird compulsions with colored candy I feel strangely naked before you. Figuratively speaking, of course. *wink* Please feel free to share your own weird candy compulsions. I know I’m not the only one out there who eats colored candy!
Now, what was I talking about? Oh right. Being Supergirl. Actually, I would rather be Firestar. But I digress. Again. Yesterday, after starting my day WAY TOO EARLY WITHOUT COFFEE, I got to go home early. There is small justice in that. I actually managed to accomplish quite a bit around the homestead. I put laundry away. I washed the laundry on Sunday, but we won’t talk about that. Marvel in the fact that I PUT IT AWAY. I also washed dishes. I COOKED. Ya’ll have no idea what a big deal this is. I have no love for cooking. It’s not that I’m not able. I just find no joy in slaving over a hot stove. Literally. I don’t have HVAC in my little apartment. Just a window unit. In the dining room. The one room I DON’T USE. But whatever. I made spaghetti last night. And it was good. I love the wheat pasta. It’s more filling and you eat less. Plus, I just like the way it tastes.
Oh, and I finished knitting the doggie cape thingie, but still need to weave in the ends. I’ve decided that I will felt the doggie cape thingie and I also decided NOT to make the belly band. I have two reasons for not making the belly band. 1. I’m feeling lazy and don’t want to knit the belly band and 2. it’ll probably only get peed on anyway and I have a problem with this. I don’t want some dog peeing on the belly band. I mean, that’s just gross. See how easy it is to justify laziness?
I also went to work on my Aunt B’s second sock. I’m knitting the gusset now. I’ll spare you the picture. It looks like a sock. Boring ole stockinette sock. But it’s closer to being finished now and I can soon relinquish the title of WORST NIECE EVER. I’d like to give that one up.
And now a ploy for your sympathy. In my allergy induced state of stupidity, I decided to go and get K’s dog (he was out of town) and walk her with Bear. Bear is a jealous only child who doesn’t share his mommy very well. I forgot this. Refer back to allergy induced state of stupidity. So, when I brought Trinity over to walk with Bear, what did he do? He proceeded to make sure that Trinity was FULLY AWARE OF HIS WORLD DOMINANCE*. In my attempt to make Bear aware of MY WORLD DOMINANCE AS SUPERGIRL suffering from an allergy induced state of stupidity, I managed to put my hand in Bear’s mouth instead of grabbing his collar. And he accidentally bit me. But that stopped that act of WORLD DOMINANCE over Trinity, who, by the way, was not injured but MOST APPROPRIATELY COWED by Bear’s act of WORLD DOMINANCE. Bear knew he had bit me ACCIDENTALLY and immediately stopped the act of WORLD DOMINANCE and IMMEDIATELY went into GOOD BOY MODE. Unfortunately, I now have a boo boo. See:
Obviously, being injured has only improved my ability to take crappy pictures. Feel sorry for me. Buy me yarn. Or chocolate. Or yarn and chocolate. Still, I am a strong supergirl. I managed to knit with an injured finger. Nevermind that it is not a finger that is directly involved in the knitting process. That is beside the point. The point is that I am injured on my knitting hand and still I persevered and continued to knit. Injured. Also, I am typing with an injured finger. Very difficult people. I need yarn. and chocolate. SERIOUSLY. Or, at least leave me a comment and tell me what a brave girl I am. Then send me yarn and chocolate.
See how sneaky I am incorporating a plea for comments? According to my site stats, I get quite a few hits a day and I know they can’t ALL be me. Apparently, I am a well stalked blog, but I want comments, damnit! Sorry, that’s the pain talking….chocolate can cure the meanness. I’m sure of it. Works for PMS, doesn’t it?
Edited to add: Oh yeah, and Bear and Trinity? They’re best friends now. *No dogs were harmed in the establishing of WORLD DOMINANCE. Just the human.
it changes daily because we’re trying to keep our options open. you would think by now you would have learned a thing or two. and anyway, i was refering to the typo (which i fixed).
UPDATE DAMNIT
Your WORLD DOMINANCE AS SUPERGIRL is duly noted. Oh, and Supergirl, I sent you an email re: your Mad Skillz as head Knitterat, because I have email issues, and please forgive me. No, back to WORLD DOMINATION!!!
That post of mine? Made no sense. Because I type like a four-year-old. Sorry!
Laurie, you’re cool. I totally speak 4 year old type.