Kiss My Knits!

I keep trying to find time for a nice long post, but other things get in the way. I’m about to go running, which I think is probably more important than posting, but here are a few little timewasters to tide you over.

ThereIFixedIt.com contains inventive and often dangerous homemade fixes.

Regretsy.com lists some of the worst stuff on etsy. Contains lots of profanity. (Thanks, !)

Cardtoss.com is pretty self explanatory.

And one for Halloween.

I’ve been needing a new legion of minions to do my bidding. This looks like just the ticket.

The ad’s from 1944 – I wonder if it’s still valid…

GM Vaschon: Ok! Last we left our intrepid adventurers, I believe everyone leveled to 4, beat the rap from the magistrate, restocked items and were ready for action.

There are three days until the slavers are coming back, so we decide to go back to the mine for a while and clean out illusion-filled level four. You may remember that this is the level where we first encountered the term “fleshy statue.”
It's not a trick. It's an illuuuuusion!

I was going to post today – I have several posts in the pipeline – but somehow, between the new insect attack and the cupcakes, I ran out of time. Maybe tomorrow!

Our cat Nerys has a vet appointment this morning, and she’s not allowed to eat anything beforehand.

The way Nerys lets us know she’s hungry is ingenious, but annoying and destructive. She finds paper and rips shreds off of it, as if to say, “See? I’m eating this… then looking at you… then eating this… therefore you should give me food? Get it? No? I’ll eat some more and see if you get it.”

Because she’s a cat and therefore illiterate, she doesn’t know what she’s eating. Corners of books, receipts, it really doesn’t matter. If there’s nothing on the floor, she’ll grab something off of a table, pull it to the floor, and then eat it.

Today’s feast: Emily’s first quarter progress report, which we need to sign and get back to school on Monday. The Spanish side is up, the English side with her good report on it is down.

I guess we’ll see if “the cat ate my homework” is a valid excuse for school.

I didn’t want to go running this morning, but it was absolutely perfect weather. About 58 degrees, overcast but not threatening rain, not too much humidity… just perfect. So really, I had to admit to myself that even though I was tired and didn’t feel like it, not going running would just be me finding excuses. I need exercise. We all do. So on days when I really don’t feel like going but know I should, I tell myself it’s like a prescription from the doctor. It may be a bitter pill to swallow, but I still need to swallow it.

I got out to the Greenway and started to stretch. As I was warming up a bit, I noticed something on the ground.

Coolest. Penny. Ever.

I’m guessing it was dropped in the nearby grass and mangled by a mower. Or possibly it was carved up by whoever smoked that homemade… uh… mostly smoked cigarette which was also nearby. Either way, it was so unexpected and fascinating that my mood immediately lifted. As a result, I had a great run.

How does it go? Find a penny, pick it up, all day long you’ll have good luck. Or possibly tetanus, but I’ve had my booster, so I’m sticking with good luck. Hope your day is full of unexpected good things!