As I write this on Thursday afternoon Old Husband is anxious about the car. They will send a driver for us in the morning around 10:00 a.m. I usually get up about 8:00 a.m. I knew I was going to get the lecture, I just knew it. So it began, "You need to get a move on in the morning. You need to get dressed as soon as you get up. When do you think you're going to be ready? We need to get that car because we have to pick Caleb up at 11:00 a.m. Did you hear me?"
In the first place I dress every single morning as soon as my feet touch the floor. I have no need for a robe. By 8:10 a.m. I'll be dressed. He should know this, it happens every day.
I also pointed out to him the car is not in our possession. We have to wait to be picked up and trust me they will not be sitting outside our door at 8:00 a.m. Hurry, hurry, hurry is the name of the game for Old Husband. He needs to get it done so he can get in his recliner and sleep the rest of the day.
I miss John Boehner
I finished one sock today and just might finish the other before bedtime, depending on how Old Husband behaves.
I was amused when I ran across this yarn today. It's from an indie dyer here in Portland, OR. She called her business adventure (it is no more) Tipsy Sheep Yarn Co. "three sheeps to the wind since 2013" is also on the label. She labeled this yarn "Socktails" (fingering), and on the back of the label is a cocktail recipe! How cool is that? Is it a good idea to drink and knit? I've heard some reports of pretty big messes made while drinking and knitting.