I'm out in the back yard, kindly huffing and puffing up the pigs' kiddie pool. Not only is it covered in spiders, spider eggs, and baby spiders, I also spied some suspicous looking mouse sized droppings near the pool storage area.
The neighbor takes one look at me and hollers this to his wife "I cannot be out here with her being pissed off all the time." He then went inside.
I was blowing up a pool. Ok, I was asking the pigs if they could please not drown themselves in the area formerly known as sand box that was currently mud soup. But that just seems like good parenting to me.
A recent report from the Ogre confirms that the neighbor's child was acting like "a baboon on stimulants" in the front yard.
Huh, I was with my kids, doing something nice for them, and his kid was not being supervised and possibly sniffing inhalants. I may be loud, and have a certain distaste for mud but really, that was just mean.
We really need a house that's not in a neighborhood.
Now, for knitting. I have been trying to keep it casual. This seems like a crazy thing to even suggest. I have 2 knitting projects just in my car, and I sit in a chair surrounded by yarn, supplies, projects, books, bags and future projects.
It's sort of like when you see a police officer, and even though you aren't doing anything wrong, you remind yourself to drive casual. So, I am trying to knit casual.
Nothing to report here, just one glass of wine with dinner translates into Nothing to report here, just a really good deal at Webs, had to get started on the Charmed Knits project...lalala.