Since someone mentioned that I'd be ranting today, I guess I have to. Can't disappoint more than usual, now can I?
*Sock yarn is yarn and, therefore, counts. The 'sock yarn doesn't count' lie was thought up by someone who sells sock yarn for a living. Hello! I think the only yarn that might not count would be handspun and that would depend on the spinner and his/her feelings about said yarn.
* I tend to think that people who need to sneak yarn purchases into the house and/or hide it from their partner/spouse have relationship issues that are far larger than yarn and knitting. Then again, I also think you're nuts if you spend the rent money on fiber.
*Respectable people do not get animals from pet stores. Respectable people do not see pets as something that can just be handed off when they get bored with those pets and/or as a fashion statement/accessory. Respectable good people take care of their pets for as long as the pet(s) live and/or as long as the owner lives. (My grandmother had a parrot that lived to be 120.)
*My HMO is too good at what it does. They are helping people live longer than ever before... and making parking a fucking nightmare in the process. Tiny old people with fabulous insurance trying to back a Buick up with abandon is not something I want to be anywhere near.
I know. Kind of lame, but parts of my beloved state are on fire and it's breaking my heart. So is knowing that mudslide season follows wildfire season. This is our future and there's no escaping it.
Oh, and I had the weirdest dream very early this morning. I think the high point was me tidying a fiber room that I don't have because EZ was coming to pick up her babies. I'm not sure what that meant but it can't be good.
This afternoon I'm getting my eyes checked and hopefully get new glasses. Keep your needles crossed I get happy news. With my gene pool, vision stuff is always iffy.
Tomorrow I enter a contest and show ya'll some frozen yarn.