Aug 08, 2008 07:41
Now if I bring the sock to work on while waiting a million years at the clinic, I'll be right in the middle of turning the heel in the employee meeting today and will probably end up screaming SHUT UP I'M COUNTING at someone as we sit through the Training of The Day (I'm going to go out on a limb and guess 'dementia information' or 'fire safety' or even 'would you guys PLEASE FREAKING REMEMBER to use the goddamn charge book') waiting for the Costco presentation and the Free Cake. If I bring the laceweight spinning (it's the FatCatKnits roving, it looks very nice chain-plied, the browny-yellows still makes me think of baby poo but it is BFL and I love it unnaturally) everybody will stare at me instead of paying attention.
Damn. Looks like I have no choice but to work on The Shawl That Never Ends.
Wait, maybe not, I think I just finished the heel flap! so I can get nicely past the heel while waiting a billion years at the doctor's office. ...I should still be a grown up and work on the Shawl That Never Ends because I need to get it done. Sigh.
Hey, since when did kettle-dyed yarn get so popular that Knitpicks felt the need to offer it? Inquiring minds.
*growls at doctor bill, stamps off to get ready* Oh dude, if I end up paying over fifty bucks t o wait for an hour and then tell a guy the dried frog pills are working and can I have a refill please, I will teleport to my insurance company's headquarters with a bazooka.
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