Went to get Boogermonkey a new coat today, fell down at the newborn clearance rack & got boogersibling 2 onesies that I couldn’t resist. Circus animals & “MY MOM ROCKS me to sleep,” both long-sleeved, both under $3. Can’t beat that. Booger LOVES his new jacket, brown faux suede with faux Sherpa lining, he kept saying “new coat! NEW COAT” in the car. After shopping it was off to our favorite restaurant, La Isla, for half-price Puerto Rican food (happy hour is 3-6). I’m still burping garlic from the damned shrimp, and I should have ordered two plates of maduros instead of the empanadilla. Kicking myself for that one.
Knitting monogamy might kill me. I’m onto the 23rd lace repeat of Nana’s scarf, meaning I have knit 230 rows on this damned thing, and I’m only about halfway done. I ITCH to cast on for something else. I YEARN for a mindless pair of stockinette socks. I CRAVE something other than ice blue alpaca/silk to look at. I’m going to have to block the shit out of this thing to make it look good, which bothers me a bit because I’m used to my stitches being even enough that I don’t need to block anything. I also can’t try it on very often to check length because the alpaca is like splinters – even with the silk mixed in – so I’m doing the “knit until you run out of yarn” thing and hoping it’s long enough by the time I’m done. Then it’s on to Llamasister G’s leg warmers (more alpaca), or maybe Llamabrother’s hat. Something quick, definitely, because this scarf thing is dragging on way too long.
I sent out the invitation for Boogermonkey’s birthday party today. After sending it twice, someone alerted me to the fact that I’d said it was Tuesday the 22nd. Tuesday is the 20th and I’m an idiot. If you want to come and didn’t get the e-mail, I made a blog version because I don’t have everyone’s e-mail address. Squidmama is my mom and she lives in Cottage Grove, about 20 minutes south of Eugene. It’s a totally casual thing, no need to bring anything except maybe a chair; seating is limited at my mom’s, due to issues with her cat hating her old couch. Food is slated to be Mom’s famous lasagne (she’s even making a meat-free version for the first time ever!), her famous deviled eggs, the pumpkin cupcakes that were a hit last year (though I’ll use real icing this year instead of tofutti), and some other stuff I’m not quite sure of yet, something with squash for sure and probably honeyed mashed sweet potatoes. Llama makes an AWESOME spinach/artichoke/sundried tomato dip thing, so I might try to wrangle him into making that, too.
Llamaface doesn’t like the fact that I stated “no gifts,” but it’s either that or be REALLY rude and tell people “nothing battery operated, nothing from China, and try to make it not plastic.” Emily Post would bitchslap me from beyond the grave for that one. So, since Christmas is a month past his birthday and he’s too young to realize the difference anyway, I’m just saying “no gifts, please.” He understood once I explained it to him, but he doesn’t agree with a lot of etiquette stuff. It was a BATTLE to keep registry information off our wedding invitations, and every time we get one with registry cards in it he says “See, we could have done that,” and I say, “Yes, and we would have been VERY RUDE to have done that, and certain members of my family, including my grandmother, would have reminded me of that every chance they got.” It’s been dropped for now, but once spring rolls around and people start getting hitched again, I’ll hear it again. *sigh*
