I got the Knitty article turned in with forty-five whole minutes to spare last night; I think I finished up the swatch-blocking and photography at eleven. Usually I have my stuff in early, so hopefully Amy won't decide I'm a total nutcase from this. (Just a partial nutcase... she's read my articles, after all.)
Having gotten all THAT straightened out, I crawled off to bed; the husbeast had already been asleep about an hour when I fell face-down beside him. I'd been there maybe five minutes when the cat hopped up on the bed. She waited for me to lift the covers like I always do, so that she could wriggle under them and snuggle in. Being exhausted, I didn't.
So the cat walked up over me, stood on my back, leaned down so her face was next to my ear, and said "purrpurrpurrMROWFpurrpurr."
I didn't respond, but I was laughing and it was bouncing her up and down, so I figure the damn cat knew I was awake. She tried again. "purrpurrpurrpurrpurrMROWFpurrrrrr".
The husbeast muttered "fucker" in his sleep and rolled over violently, taking the covers with him and nearly knocking the cat over.
She gave up and went to sleep on my feet. My ankles hurt today.
Sekhmet, you fucker.
Now I have to clear out my house, find something for dinner, and run to the store to get shampoo (I'm out) so I can shower, all before the in-laws get here in.... three hours. Shoot me. Shoot me now.
Here. Have a lace photo to drool over. It's the Half-Round shawl from "Victorian Lace Today" that I'm still working on.