Let me just get right to the reasons for my snarking.
Reasons One through Five: I have a cold and I have no idea where it came from. I have been a good girl this winter and have worn my woolen hat and wool/alpaca blend scarf EVERY DAY, even the warmish ones! I have taken my vitamins, have been drinking LOTS of water (okay, and beer, but still! lots of water!), and have diligently sanitized my hands and the gym equipment every time I use them (both hands and gym equipment). FROM WHENCE CAME THIS EVIL PLAGUE??!
I had to take Monday and Tuesday off work, went in yesterday and today and moved, as my Grandma would say, slower than molasses in January due to all the snot sloshing around in my noggin (yes, I’m being disgusting). And I have to go in one more day this week. One. More. Day. I don’t think I can make it.
To top that off, I’m taking this lovely concoction
and it says it doesn’t contain alcohol, but I think they’re lying. Unless they are using alcohol-flavored non-alcohol. Ponder that one for a minute.
Reason Number Six: My camera is beyond being a jackass at this point. Now it’s just taunting me. I finally got my shit together (yes, I’m swearing) to post on the DeStash Blog, wound up all this yarn I want to sell or swap, and took pictures of it. In natural light. For I hate myself and want to make my life harder. Of course.
Can you tell what that is? Through the horizontal-blind-like madness of my camera’s fiendish gaze? It’s mohair, kiddies, and it looks pretty craptacular.
Reason Number Seven: I still haven’t figured out how to knit by using only my brain, so progress on all projects has been slow, much like the proverbial molasses in January. Although I did rip out the bottom to the to-be-felted tote and cast on fewer stitches, as it was way too big initially. So, does that count as progress or not?
And I know I should find seven things to be happy about, as is my wont, but I am so cranky about wanting to feel better (it’s lovely, really, to see a grown woman whinge about like a toddler with a toothache. Shame you aren’t all here.) that it’s hard to see the happy things.
Really hard. I’m in massive hate with the whole world right now.
Okay, fine. I’m really not that cranky and I do in fact have a heart that could be compared to marshmallow fluff and not granite. Witness:
Happy Thing One and Thing Two: The needle cases I ordered from granny’s closet came today and made me smile all big, through my snot. They are pretty and perfect and well-made with love and care.
Circular needle case, holds nine.
Double-pointed needle case, holds eleven sets.
Happy Thing Three: My neighbor gave me this anerable bumper sticker, and she left it stuck to my door in a sneakily fun way, and it made me laugh out loud. And then cough.
Happy Thing Four: I’m wearing my travelling garden gnome pajamas,
from Wanda and Heath, from two Christmases ago. Thank you.
Happy Thing Five: We watched The Protector (a.k.a. Tom Yum Goong) last night, and it was the most amazing kung-fu movie I have ever seen and I now have a love for Tony Jaa that knows no bounds and if you don’t see it there will be a hole in your heart and you will weep. There were three distinct fight scenes during which Nick said “this is the best fight I’ve ever seen.” Story, not fantastic. Fight scenes, freaking amazing.
Happy Things Six and Seven: More Ghirardelli Intense Dark Twilight Delight 72% Cacao chocolate, because he feels bad that I feel sickly. Good lord I love this man.
Okay, now that I have proven my ability to find some good in this world, you have to spread the cheerful love and tell me at least one thing that has made you happy this week. C’mon. Help a sickie out.
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