I’ve been unmoved by the wiles of the Trekking yarn siren. At least, that was the case until this past Saturday. She finally called my number. (Also, check out my kicky lounge pants from Anthropologie! They were given to me by a friend because she had too many pairs. Ohmygod, they are so comfy.)
I told B that sock yarn doesn’t count in the way of yarn purchases and he totally bought it. I think he bought it in an “I totally understand why” kind of way, but he’ll deny it if you ask him.
I have no plans for this yarn right now other than just petting it.
In the interspecies love arena, it might be time to get Sugar Ray fixed. I witnessed the most disturbing and funny, um, situation last night. Chloe led Sugar Ray to believe she wanted him in the biblical sense right there in the hallway on this very rug before gods and everyone in the apartment. As soon as he mounted her, she collapsed to the floor, rolled over and swatted him in the head. He’s been following her around the apartment ever since.
He’s totally her bitch.