A Political Wet Dream
Is that an oxymoron?
Bush’s Ratings Fall Still Further
I hate to get my hopes up again, because November seems so far away. But all I can hope is that when Democrats take over Congress, a law will be passed allowing Laura to take on her natural role in the relationship.
Yes, Laura Bush will then be known as the First Mistress, and whenever she is on a plane (with or without her dreary husband), it will be known as “Dominatrix One.”
As hoped, I was able to get past the sleeve shaping on the first side of the Faux Rib sweater.
Now I’m down to just 131 stitches per row.
In French, this would mean “how talkative,” but it makes a nice double entendre for the amount of activity on comments this weekend.
I considered telling folks to get a nice big cup of “shut your fucking pie holes,” but I figured it would all work out fine. And then Jacquie comes along and writes pretty much what I would have anyway (except I would have used more profanities and been more succinct). Thank you Jacquie.
One interesting thing I learned about myself during it all.
I found that when someone insults someone on the blog I either don’t like or don’t care one way or the other about, I have little or no reaction. When someone insults someone I like and respect a lot, despite the fact that she can defend herself way better than I ever could, I get very protective and insulted on her behalf.
I just found it surprising the size of my reaction.
I’ll need to discuss this with my therapist.
Two birthday-related events happened this past weekend, despite the fact that my birthday was over a month ago.
The first one was expected and lovely. My friend Charles took Thaddeus and I out to dinner for my birthday. This is a birthday tradition, and it’s always a nice time. With my hectic work schedule, it was just impossible to schedule it any sooner than this past weekend.
The second event was a complete surprise and also perfectly lovely. James sent me a birthday gift (well, three gifts and card, to be exact).
Let me tell you, it’s nice having knit-blog friends, but there are none as generous as my Kiwi pal James. A small book on Wool, which I haven’t had an opportunity to peruse much yet, another block of that incredible Schoc Chocolate (this one is labeled as “Coffee and Walnuts”…yum!) and 100 grams of a spectacularly beautiful roving from Little Wool Company. The colorway is Boysenberry, but the photo doesn’t do this justice. It’s mostly eggplant colored with soft streaks of navy, olive and smokey fuscia and then bold splashes of phosphorescent red.
I can’t wait to see how this spins up.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.