They Just Don't Get It
Tomorrow starts the Summer of Socks 08, and I can't believe I'm actually getting excited by it. I have such a small life.
I'm not one of the crazed knitters that is popping up in the forums on Ravelry asking if anyone else is staying up just to cast on at 12:01am. But if you are one of those crazed knitters, more power to you, you go, girl and all that stuff. No offense meant by that 'crazed knitter' thing.
I would, however like to at least have the Husband's aran off the needles by tomorrow morning. I only have about 2 inches left to do on each sleeve (I've been doing both at the same time). Two inches doesn't sound like much, but when there is moss stitch and cabling involved it takes some time.
Our book shelves were installed in the front room on Wednesday. I've spent the past several days patching the teeny holes in the dry wall caused by who knows what, but there were a lot of them. I guess that's what happens when you abandon one room to the free reign of the kidlets.
I've then had to sand the little teeny patches and the shelves. Once that was done came the removal of dust from the surfaces (using bucket and damp cloth). It's now 5:10pm on the day before the start of SoS08, and the Husband has called from work 3 times today wanting to know if I've started with the primer. The kidlets are pestering me, because they think that painting will be fun. Ignorant fools.
I have more important things to do right now.