OmaLa wanted man meat the other day and was very disappointed in me for failing her. OmaLa, this is for you. A very pretty boy... err... man. While I'm not entirely sure who he is, I don't really care. He's pretty, 19 and legal. Plus no one had abs like that when I was 19. I would have noticed!
Jana, who appears to be sadly blogless, asked about my knitting technique. I had to google to figure it out because I never really think about it. I just knit. /hangs head in shame
I guess I knit English. Yarn is over my right index finger. I used to crochet a lot and having the yarn there feels right and normal. Since I don't remember who taught me how to knit, I'm not sure who to blame. However, I do think that I most likely knit in some oddball fashion that would shock people if they ever saw. Part of that whole town freak thingy, ya know.
I've begun my fall cleaning. Yes, I'm a freak, but we've established that already. See above.
How exciting am I?
Maybe I should go out and get myself into trouble, so I'll have something to blog about.
Yeah, maybe not.