If anyone's been paying attention lately, you may have noticed I've cut way back on Sunday posting on the ol' blog. The reason for this is, we don't do anything on Sundays. I mean, nothing. The goal is to sit on our butts around the house, and if we feel motivated, we put the baby in the inflatable pool in the front yard. If the husbeast was too busy playing on Saturday, he will occasionally mow the lawn on Sunday. And once in a while I get a wild hair and make an elaborate dinner. But mostly, it's just us sitting around.
The one event of the day was, well, okay, wait, there were two events. I was awakened from my weekly sleep-in by the sound of husbeast yelling and baby crying. I wandered into the living room, trying to focus my eyes (I sleep with my eyes open, anyone else do that? and then when I wake up my eyes are full of cat hair and I can't see anything). The Baby had poured another soda over the recliner (third or fourth time), and the husbeast was quite irritated.
So I got to lock the baby in my office with me, while I slurped down caffeine and read Bloglines and the husbeast hooked up the carpet/furniture cleaner thingie and cleaned his chair. (He was a happy man. Maybe soon he'll remember to put the fucking cap on his soda bottle.)
Once all had settled, I picked up the Pinwheel Jacket (pattern here, for those who've asked), and almost immediately found a mistake. A mistake that was pretty obvious, in terms of sending it to the state fair, at any rate. If I'd planned to just keep it for myself, I'd have ignored it. But instead I wound up tearing out six rounds of pinwheel, and I still haven't knit it all back up again.
Now you see why I don't post on Sundays?? How exciting is this?