So if you're sick of the parade of cuteness, I understand. Just look away. Regular bitching will resume shortly. I've been reading anthropology books and they're pissing me off. Brace for a 'religionizing of archeology' rant, soon. Anyway.
Today we went to Target and spent Auntie's gift certificate in the Crayola aisle, as ordered.
She's already hard at work, creating new masterpieces.
Last night, we made pizzas, with whomp biscuits for crust. We did the Goob up in one of my aprons and let her help. She has, of course, decided she loves 'being cooking'.
And here's a priceless shot the husbeast got by pure luck.
Otherwise? Uh. I'm knitting quite possibly the most garish BSJ in the history of the world.
Took that a couple days ago; it's almost done by now. The Goob loves the colors and keeps asking when I'm knitting something for her, so that may be up next.
Christmas knitting? Huh? I don't know what you mean. (I had this really subversive thought the other day, that if I'd quit being nice and knitting gifts for god and everybody, I would have time to do more design work. I must quit being nice. Someone let me know how to do that.)
Plus I'm getting out the non-USB glue gun this afternoon, to finish up some ribbon projects. Fear the glue gun.