She is called Mrs. Nono and she lives/works/whatever at the auto repair place that is becoming my second home. My Honda POS had the fellas stumped for a while but it looks like they have figured out what's going on. This is a good thing because that fish likes to float right behind my head while I try to knit in a truly not at all comfy chair.
Occasionally her tank will make a noise and I turn to see if she's coming to eat my spicy brains. That's when I realize that she is right behind me. I look left and can't see her. Look right and can't see her. It's a bit disconcerting, frankly.
Did I mention she has pointy little teeth?
While waiting, I started a sock that I later ripped because I realized that I did not have enough yarn to make a pair of socks, which would sort of defeat the purpose of socks for someone with two feet. Am also working on a mostly mindless sock that is so ugly it actually hurts me. I am hoping this pair goes quickly so I can move onto something pretty and pleasing.
Yes, I really am that shallow.
What? Are you new?!
In other news, there is no other news.
Unless you want to know about the remodeled MickyD's that reopened across from Mrs. Nono and the fellas, and their non-functioning debit card reader thingy. Or about Kevin at the post office, who after knowing me for the better part of ten years was SHOCKED to learn my name isn't really Cookie. /sigh Or how it's hotter every day and I don't have time for me, you or the garden.
Oh, and I hate more or less everyone, everything, and their dog. Did I mention the big neighborhood dog that likes to have a lie-down in the middle of the street and refuses to get up when you try to drive-by?