little bit of crazy leaking out

Hubby commented that it felt like snow, today, before he went to work.  Yes, it was cold but not that cold, and this is Seattle, we don’t get snow very often in November.  When the bus dropped Bubba off after school, it was cold and raining, no snow.  About an hour later . . .

Yes, that is snow, big wet fluffy flakes.  The kids put on their warm clothes and went outside and had a snowball fight. They had a grand time, but the rain came and now the snow is gone.  Oh well, easy come, easy go.

Happy Thanksgiving, I hope you all had a wonderful day full of family and friends.  Or not if that makes you happy, hehehe. 

Hubby had to work today so we will be celebrating with my parents tomorrow.  Hubby visited his mom today at the recovery center before heading into work.  It looks like she will be there for about three weeks, luckily it is on his way to work so it makes it a bit easier for him to visit daily.

I need to get an American Miniature Jersey!

I know, I missed 3 days, but I went 14 before the lapse and that’s pretty good for me.  Life has been life, Hubby had a b’day, MIL was back in the hospital (she is in a rehab center now, again), my parents got back from a road trip across country, and we finally bought a new dishwasher.  See, life.

On the knitting front I am almost done with the vest, ribbing on one armhole left to go.  Saturday I spent 2 hours knitting the ribbing on the other armhole, I cannot count to two apparently and had to keep tinking back the k2p2 ribbing.  Did I mention that the stitches had already been picked up, all I had to do was knit the ribbing, six rows, pathetic.

Tonight I cast-on some socks for Bug.  The yarn was purchased from Emma at DragonFibers, and the colorway is called Eight Nights.  After casting on and knitting a couple of inches it seemed that the sock was too big.  Since Bug was asleep I couldn’t check, or could I?  Now if I were a bad mother I would go into her room with a measuring tape and measure her long skinny feet while she slept, with the possibility of waking her from a sound sleep.  Yeah, okay, I’m a bad mother.  And, yes, I do need to rip out the sock and cast on fewer stitches, oh well.

. . . chicken!

Bug and I went out to let the girls free range for a little bit before it got to dark.  We had to board up the door to the run so I just opened the coop door to let them out.  Patsy went up into the coop to get some food and when she saw the coop open flew out and across the yard cackling. 

Gimpy, Wynona and Naomi never did figure it out.  Poor things just watched Patsy having a grand old time out in the yard.

A few days ago Bug and I were doing the homeschool thing.  The lesson was talking about the westward movement of the pioneers.  She was reading a passage out loud to me and mispronounced Mississippi.  For close to five minutes we giggled over the “Mippissippi Riber.”  Priceless.

Last night Hubby went to bed and when I finally crawled in several hours later we had this conversation.

me: Holey Moley! it’s cold in here.

Hubby: zzzzz . . . Huh . . . oh yeah . . .

me: No, really it’s cold.

Hubby: zzzzz . . . yes, cold . . .

me: Haha, I should get my wool stash and put it on top of the bed.

Hubby:  Half would prolly be enough . . . zzzzz

Yeah, he’s a funny man.