I don't know what's worse, that I've spent the entire morning shoveling shit or that I didn't really mind doing it. (I keep hoping wistfully someone asks me about our information disposal practices at work, because I would just like to see the look on their face when I explain everything is securely shredded, taken home by Meghan, used for CogsJun's bedding, and then when nicely soaked through with rabbit shit and piss, goes into our old fashioned compost pile.) Although I could have lived without Jasper 'helping' me clean out his litter box. Or sweeping. Or... pretty much everything but vacuuming, the little bastard. (The one thing that annoys me about being environmentally responsible and using reusable bags and stuff is that without plastic bags, what are you supposed to put the cat waste into? And we don't even have that many paper bags, either. It is a problem.)
Yeah, okay, this 'ten tiny tubes thing with sparkly and unmanageable mylar carrying thread' is definitely reserved for people I really really like. Don't worry,
unrequitedangst, I am very fond of you, but man, this carrying thread thing is for the birds. It looks really awesome though. I am on tube six of ten! and then the really much less aggravating main part of the glove will begin, praise Dog. I could actually start the first glove right now but I'm just going to do all the tiny and annoying tubes all at once so the thought of them doesn't put me off doing the second glove. Although since the other humans will be home tonight, perhaps, and this may be a futile dream, perhaps I can knit without the kitten clawing the yarn or otherwise attempting to 'assist' until he gets banned from the room again.