I feel like I'm in a Richard Scarry's Busy Busy World.
What I've been up to:
1. Our company golf tournament was on Wednesday. It's a fundraiser for the Children's Wish. I drove one of these to the tournament and back. It was the prize for a hole in one on the 2nd hole. (No one won.) What a fun car to drive. Vroom, vroom. It's got some serious power. Screeeech... vroom... The tournament was a 12 hour day for the office staff. I'm still pretty tired from that.
2. I worked at the yarn shop on Saturday. There is new yarn at the shop. Fingering (?) weight silk/camel blend. Yup. You read that correctly. Silk and Camel. And it's yummy. And there's new silk and new merino/silk blend.
3. I spent Saturday night baking cakes and making fruit flans for an open house at my SIL's place. My lovely in-laws celebrated their 40th wedding annivesary! Over 75 people came to the party. It was really nice. Lots of little old ladies from the church who were all thrilled to see Mr. Happy. Mr. Happy's dad was the minister at a church here in Dartmouth for 17 years. Some of these women haven't seen Mr. Happy in about 10 years. They were so sweet.
Typical conversation with the sweet church ladies: "Oh, Mr. Happy, don't you look just like your dad when he was young... and is this your wife? Did I hear she made the cake and the fruit flans? You've got a gem there!"
Mr. Happy's ego is now sufficiently inflated. Thank you very much.
4. I ripped a sweater I had almost completed for my cousin's daughter. It's the garter stitch cardigan from Weekend Knitting. My row gauge was fine, but my stitch gauge was off. And since the sweater is knit from side to side (instead of from the top down or bottom up) the sweater would have been too short. ARGH!
5. I've been collapsing in bed at night. I'm exhausted.
6. Neglecting housework. I cannot remember the last time it was thoroughly cleaned (tidied, dusted, vacuumed, mopped, dust bunnies executed...). Ugh. I think it might be tonight.
7. Wishing I had more hours in the day.
8. Trying to keep Henry and Mauve occupied. They refuse to get jobs or do housework. I come home every day to sneakers piled by the back door and cds all over the living room. It's ridiculous. I'm ready to ship them off to boot camp.