Best Husband Ever

Ok, I'll admit it, I'm still recuperating from the weekend. It's kind of exhausting, playing hostess to 140 people. It's more exhausting when you don't sleep well. It wasn't for lack of comfort... because let me tell you - those beds at the Lord Nelson are like sleeping on a cloud. I woke up both nights with the weekend's agenda running through my head. Ugh! Shut off, brain, shut off!

I'll also admit that I've been so wiped out these last few weeks, what with travelling, getting ready for the conference and then attending the conference, that I haven't felt inclined to knit anything that I can show you - (No worries, IL, I'm still plugging away at your piece!) - Thus I must apologize for the distinct lack of knitting photos on the blog. For that matter - any photos.


Now, I'm sure you're wondering about the title to this post. Mr. Happy left the house this morning, before the crack of dawn, to travel to Toronto. A friend of his owns a cottage in the Muskokas and that cottage is the ultimate destination. A group of about 8 guys are headed to the cottage for the weekend. They're flying in from all over Canada and I believe that one is even coming from Dubai. Mr. Happy hasn't been able to get together with these friends in years. The annual cottage gathering is an old tradition that started when they were in high school together. Mr. Happy only just found out that he was able to get away from work in order to join the gang. Needless to say, he was pretty excited about it.

He promised to buy me a present while he was in Toronto. While I don't usually buy him presents on business trips, I wasn't going to turn down such an offer. Tonight, he navigated the Toronto transit system and found his way to Lettuce Knit.

Once there, he found himself amidst the Wednesday night knitting group. They had received advanced notice of his arrival and asked to see his socks so as to ensure they had the right husband. Mr. Happy gamely lifted his pant-legs to show off his orange socks. He then called me and passed the phone to Megan so that I could let her know which yarn I wanted to go along with the pattern I had requested.

As if I didn't already love him with all my heart and soul...