I propose a new element of suspense: in this, the story of my life...

Where did the big spider go?

Yup. Went to take a picture and man, Big Guy, you should come back because its not that I’m scared of you but, I just like to know where you are, you know?

For the most part, today was a lot of reconciling with the issues regarding item #10 of the last post.

[Pause. Here, I pause to let you go and check back at the list.]

Well I did also cut through my middle finger, as nearly the first thing on today’s agenda was “Toast Bagel.”

Then I guess that makes the second thing, “Eat Jalepeño Bagel.”
And this is the part where, if you know me, you are making the EEEK face.
Yeah, I made the EEEK face when I stuck it in my mouth. I thought the bit of red on the bagel was just a drop of blood. Ha ha. It was actually some sort of chili pepper, out to ruin my morning!

But it didn’t because I love to be crafty. Let me explain.

I currently have zero Band- Aids, (Between having zero of a lot of other things, Band- Aids somehow did not make top priority? Adulthood is about mistakes I think.), and when I cut my finger it started to bleed as though I were supposed to have already thought of building an ark full of animals to save our world. Well, instead of an ark…
I crafted this finger cast with Neosporin, toilet paper, and green masking tape.
I wasn’t sure if it would be a good idea to post a picture of it because while although I am so very proud of its crafty construction, a picture of my middle finger might limit the viewing of this page to an adult audience only.

I figured I would kill two birds with one stone and get the repulsive tie- die blanket in there as I try and make this picture bearable for all age groups.












Meanwhile, I started knitting again. I think of my sister and the way she would delicately word my choice in yarn colors.
“Barf green” or “puke yellow,” or… try on, “poop brown” for size.
Not to be mistaken with, “ a warm, soft pallet of autumn foliage”

I discovered that two houses to the left across the street from me (eh?) there is a perfectly wonderful swing set playground for two, padded with wood chips and everything! I took the yarn and the giant headphones my dad got me, which double as earmuffs, along with my FM personal radio and listened to NPR until the reception static convinced me to change to classical. And then the 6-year-old girl made me change to the bench because, as she put it, “Yer hawgginnn the sweeeeengggguhh” (translation: “this is my territory woman! Hop off the playground before my kinder- crew comes to mess you up!”)
















Ooohh. Lots of dialogue in today’s post. And italics. I welcome italics. Some even call me the Italic Stallion.

I think tomorrow I will make Daal in honor of it being Thursday.



Shoot! I was supposed to go square dancing today!


*Note on the bagel situation: I tried putting jelly on it to smooth out the spice. I think the word that best describes that concoction is cement.