Chloe is learning fast. (Yes, I changed her name.) Yarn is a toy. Knitting needles are toys. She will "protect" these "toys" at all costs. Now if I can just get her to understand that these are my toys and not hers. This is also a sneaky way to show you that I am, in fact, knitting. That, and also to show you that I have the cutest kitten in the world.
I spent the better portion of my knitting time frogging last night. I couldn’t get it into anything I started. Also, while I really want to do some lace knitting, I need to find some lace patterns that don’t have a right side and a wrong side, but that looks good on either side. Help, anyone? Ideas?
Also, remember how I kinda say weird things in my sleep? Or if you wake me up? Yeah, I had another "incident" yesterday.
My friend K called and woke me up from a nap:
- K: Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to grab some dinner.
- Me: I would love to, but I’m eating my parents tonight.
- K: Really?
- Me: Yeah, would you like a mom or a dad?
And I wonder why my friends accuse me of cannabilism.
Bob, I tried to take a picture of the peeling of the arms, but I can’t seem to get it right. I apologize for the blog suckage.
And finally, I leave you with this.
Totally barf-tastically cute photos of the baby kitty Chloe.
Barftastic is my new favorite word… nah make that boobtastic. That’s much better.
Oh yeah, here’s a new one for you:
(. )^.^( .) (Cat in a rack)
Now that’s boobtastic. I suggest you go find your camera since you have barftastically cute cat and, umm… a rack.