Hunt me down like a rabid dog and put me out of my misery. 'Cause I've got the baby's germs and wanna roll up and die anyway.
That's enough whining, but this is one of those AWFUL colds that makes your throat itch. I'm about to get the bottle brush and stick it down my own throat and scrub it around. That might work. (Sinus infections, no biggie. Pneumonia? Who cares. Sore throat and it's whine whine whine.)
Anyway. We - sort of - have major, just-breaking fiberish news at House O' Samurai.
Well, first a whole lot of back story.
Every year the husbeast and I both take a chunk of 'mad money' out of the tax return and spend it on anything we want. The rest usually goes to bills or, lately, the baby's college fund, but the mad money remains in effect, if a little reduced from our wild pre-baby days. This year I'd been planning on buying myself a laptop (so I can roam around the house after the baby and remain Hooked In) and hoping I could squeak out enough left over for a spinning wheel.
At some point I must have mentioned this buy-a-laptop plan to my father-in-law, because he called last night to tell us he'd gotten one for me for free. (It's my mother-in-law's old one he'd had overhauled.) The trade he demanded for the laptop was us going to Florida on vacation with them, so the in-laws could spend time with us and the baby. They're so mean. (You begin to see why they get handknit sweaters every Christmas.)
So with no laptop to be purchased out of the mad money, that leaves a great whack of cash to spend on anything ELSE my little heart desires, IN ADDITION to the wheel. Like... like.. a loom. Or a dressmaker's dummy. Or a boat load of fiber. Or... or.. ALL OF IT.
The only drawback now is that I don't know if I've got room in my office for everything. I'm to the point of emptying out the baby's closet and using it (she's got two in her room) or if I totally lose my mind, switching rooms with her.