Candy that looks as old as the birthday boy himself. I just love retro packaging, don’t you? It makes being a smarty-pants soooooo much easier!

You know, I have often been called funny. And I have often been called sarcastic. These days, I am both funny and sarcastic. I mean, I’m still sweet sometimes, but why just make people smile when you can make them groan *and* smile at the same time? The Bible does tell us that laughter does good like medicine. And when you are stressed, I submit that laughter is better for ya than all the gold coins in the world. Unless of course, you are stressed about money. Then you should grab the money and continue to be sullen and testy.

On this day, there was a madatory cashier’s meeting at work. At 7:30 pm. It aggravated me so much to have to go back to town that I took a picture to commemorate the event.

All was not sad, however. On the way, I tried to call That One on his cell with no success. He called me back *from home* mildly stating that he’d lost signal on his other phone. It was only then that I believed he would really, truly, totally, actually make it home for the ball. Although he had known since that morning, and we’d spoken no less than three times throughout the day. And he calls me a butthead. HA!

Remember all those pictures of the blue sparkly yarn? That yarn became this hat:

Don’t it make his brown eyes blue? Oh wait, they were blue already!

Surprise Fly-By

So, at about 3:25 yesterday, One Hot Mama started playing from my cell phone and I knew That One was calling. He was at the Citgo here in BittyBurg. I grinned all the way home, even as I got stopped at. every. light. We’d not seen each other for two weeks, except for a not-even-minute on the 9th. He stayed for a few hours, playing with kids, drinking coffee and laughing with me. I cooked us some dinner, and then I took him back to his truck and he was off again.

On the 6th, I wound hideous acrylic fingerweight yarn in a lovely sparkly blue black to make a hat for That One. Hey, he picked it. But let me say that if I ever agree to knit you something out of such a “fiber”, my affection for you runs deep. Very deep. Like an abyss and stuff.

No, this isn’t turning into a craft blog, I have one of those. It is turning into the story of my year, illustrated for your viewing pleasure.

I could tell you all the story behind this, but it’s tedious to set up and would take all the funny out of the picture. Suffice it to say that That One came into the living room last night looking like this:

I tell ya, every girl ought to have a big burly lumberjack-looking cross dresser in her life. We laugh a lot, he and I. And stay up late drinking coffee and talking. The only thing that isn’t fun is the new dark circles under my eyes. Good thing I have good concealer.

We took the Youth to see Pink Panther 2, and while we waited for it to start, we did some window shopping. This wineglass should clearly be mine, don’t you think?

Here is Drama taking a picture of me taking pictures. Yes, with sound effects. It was hilarious.