Okay, okay, she didn't EAT my swatch. Here it is in progress: (k4 p1 rib on a #5 needle)
I have this ball of Elann Sonata that I'm not terribly fond of due to color (I'll spare any really rude comments about what it looks like, because my luck, one of my regular readers knit a beloved sweater from that very color). Anyway, I don't like it, so I figured what better to knit a gauge swatch with, until the Elann Sonata in the colors I REALLY need gets here? (Yes, technically different colors of the same yarn have marginally different gauges. I refuse to care about a quarter of a stitch in gauge swatches. There's enough other stuff to stress about.)
The plan was to get the swatch done before the yarn arrived, then cast on, buy the new Kushiel book, and hole up in a corner somewhere knitting and reading for the next week. I could at least get the body done that way, maybe the body and sleeves. It'd be good.
Only one problem.
See the dark brown on the right side of the ball? Yeah. That's soda. The cat (with the aid of the baby) poured an entire can over the ball while I was knitting from it.
Not quite sure what I'm gonna do about this. Everyone involved has already been yelled at; didn't do shit to get the soda out of the yarn. Since the soda was no-calorie, that means it didn't have sugar in it, which means the yarn won't get sticky. I'm tempted to knit it up as-is and then wash.
Today is Father's Day. (Is that an international thing? I'm thinking not.) In honor of the day, the husbeast wanted to go to the Outback Steakhouse. (Aussies clicking on that link, try not to sprain your ribs laughing. I figure it's about as authentic as my local Mexican restuarant and my favorite Chinese takeout place. Which is to say, not. I've eaten real TexMex in Albuquerque, and real Chinese in Hawaii.) While at the Outback, my not-quite-two-yearold child ate: two inch-thick slices of pumpernickel bread, a handful of cheesy fries, half my potato soup, a grilled cheese sandwich, some of my prime rib, and a bowl of steamed vegetables. We're still waiting for her to explode, but so far, so good. I didn't get a photo of her in her cute yellow dress, because I forgot before and she'd spit milk all down her chest after.
Am I having fun yet?