these days of leiderhosen

Ooooo. Want. Want. Want. Screw all feminist objections! Bella Pamela Aprons . AND if I get a niece in February (or a nephew, although it might cause Dah to have a stroke) they make child sizes. Hurrah! Crap. I've been pegged for Jury Duty in September. Ah well, I need more knitting time (can it be only three months till christmas? Impossible.) Am attempting toe up socks as it is beginning to get quite cold here at night. Opal sock yarn is perfectly hideous in the ball, but the stuff wears and launders like iron. Cheers & Kisses to you.

My office mate Nancy is such a soft touch people bring their dogs by for an hour or two at a time while they have meetings. Today I spent two hours with a sleepy five week old dauschaund tucked into my sweater on my lap. Awwwww. The sweet puppy smell was dizzying.

Fabulous weekend on the California Coast (between Mendocino and Elk), here are the pictures. http://www.stevengrant.com/hhgetaway/index.htm (use the orange arrow to scroll through). I know the picture of cat signage is terribly illegible and I am truly sorry as it is the only object I ever considered nicking from a hotel room. More on this little adventure later. Thousand glittery hummingbirds of various sizes of in militant formation. Kisses.

I was lucky enough to spend most of the day with my two absolutely favorite muses: Roberta and Scott. Scott is freshly back from the Amazon where he did not feed any high school students to any pirahnas. No, he did not. He did, however, learn to cook for twenty-five people. That damned annoying thing inside my wee little brain that does not allow me wantonly litter or kick the occasional puppy also does not permit me to tell this beloved Muse that this could be one of the more useful things to know in life. Fortunately, Scott is not stupid and rarely requires my brain to function. I like that Scott always attempts to be entertaining and still maintains a flexibility as far as other peoples desires. I like that he is not too tall, not cruel in the slightest, and that he thinks the Brazilian goal keeper is almost as good looking as the Italian. He has excellent taste in sparkly, lovely Sarahs. I like his wavy, magic hair, especially when it's very clean. I like that he likes showers ...

Bouclé. Say it with me, Darling. (BOO-clay) And Lion's Brand yarn is the work of Satan.

I can't possibly have 87 posts. There is just no way. And four comments. Total. Huh. Ze ? My love? (Damn you, Lexipro) Two words: Inhale. Blink. You are scaring me. Which might be the point. Actually not blinking, not pausing to even breathe -edit, edit- is actually a fundamental comedy basic and part of what makes ze show incredibly funny. Not to mention the claustrophobic proximity. How I love zefrank.com .

When is the last time you laughed mid-pelvic exam? (Remember the Joan River’s bit in What Becomes a Semi Legend? “Relax! Relax! I can’t get my hand out! Relax!” No? Well, it was the 1980s.) Yesterday afternoon I got to go visit my new doctor, Susan Lu. I was astonished to find a very young and adorable bespectacled Asian woman in rather playful mood (Steven did not give the impression that this was the case with this creature, but I suppose that examining a Steven is very different situation.) Beforehand, I wrote up a very detailed personal three page family health history and not only did she read it, but laughed in all the right places. In the conversation, tetanus came up and I said it might be a good idea as I am always encountering other people’s rusted scary crap and cutting myself. In her best Valley Girl questioning, “Well why would you do that? Significant pauuuuuse….” …and I explained my fondness for tools and the inevitability of being asked to clean out someone’s tool shed ...