Special Sauce

A mish-mash of twisted thoughts from a fevered ego. Updated when the spirit moves me, contents vary and may have settled during shipping. Do not open towards eyes. Caution: Ingestion of Special Sauce may cause hair loss, halitosis, and a burning sensation while urinating.



So tonight I went out shopping with G. Monkey. I went beering with her too. And we had a few pretty darned amusing moments.

Like when we went shopping tonight, and she tried on this awesome pair of lime green shoes (which sounds revolting, but they were heels, and felt like nice big pillows)... she had taken off both of her own shoes, and then when she went to put them back on? Couldn't find one of them. So picture us both all over the floor in Marshall's, trying to see if her shoe skidded under the shoe fixture, or where the hell it was, for a good five minutes. Then we discovered it, hiding on a rack, nowhere near where she had put it down... Heh.

Maybe you had to be there...

But we did have a great time, and that's good. I was really, really worried about her at the end of this past week, but she seems to have a better handle on things, and she's going to her dad's this weekend. I still worry, because that's what I do, but now, maybe not totally quite as much. (We've gone from Red to Orange on the Freaking Out About G. Monkey-meter.)

Anyway, hope everything in your neck of the woods is swell, lovely, fabulous, and otherwise good. I'm going to go figure out what I did to screw up the row I'm on in the Flower Basket Shawl, or possibly ignore it, and watch House instead.


Blogger Fiber said...

I notice you didn't bring me any Le Creuset from Marshall's. Bad friend!

8:58 PM  

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