This is not a good way to end an already rocky week.
A bright spot:
Green Dragon Apples.
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Saw them at the grocery Wednesday and thought WTF? because who would name an apple dragon. I smelled one like you do. Amazing. Slightly sweet. Pear maybe or something else. Couldn't quite put my finger on it. Got two because they're apples. How bad could they be?
Turns out, they are the best, yummiest, sexiest apples. Ever! Japanese with a slight pineapple flavor. Amazing and I'm not an apple person.
Went back Thursday and they were starting to run out. I loaded up because who knows when I'll see them again. Remember I have a history of falling in love limited availability produce. Italian black plums, anyone? The apples are currently resting in the garage where it's cold and dark. Not sure what I'll do when they're gone but I can't worry about that right now.
Right now, I need to be worrying about what cast on numbers I should be using for that sweater I started and ripped because I was using the wrong needles. Then cast on and ripped because I think I cast on the wrong number of stitches but I'm not totally sure because my notes didn't make as much sense as they normally do. Yes, this is the sweater that I purchased needles for when I already had the needles for it but with cables the wrong length. Oh, and I bought needles with the wrong cable legthn that I alreayd had.
Btw, if you need and can't find 3mm circulars with a 40" cable, I'm sorry. I have them all and don't really need any of them.
Yeah...
Meanwhile, have you seen what my Bev is up to? I love this. Go here and read. I think it's a wonderful answer to all the greed bullshit that happens every year but seems to be reaching an epic level this year. I've always been a vote with my dollar kind of girl and this is another way to do that.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go figure out if I have enough yarn to finish sock #2 or if I have to operate on sock #1. How is this my life?
Happy Friday, people!
ps... I used to belong to a message board back in the day. Jai, you remember the one. (/ahem) Every August, someone semi-high profile would fake their own death... and return shortly thereafter, of course. It was like a tradition. There's a part of me that kind of misses that. The wondering who and how and looking forward to the semi-drama. I kind of miss those simpler days. Then again, I never understood why one would fake their own death only to return. Fake my own death and leave you bitches behind makes much more sense to me. Then again, what do I know?
Oh! Remember how my debit card was compromised? Turns out millions of debit cards may have been compromised. The things you learn when you spend all your free time at the local bank branch.
