Let’s continue to slog through the backlog, shall we? Sometimes going through a month of pictures is depressing, because I feel so far behind, and sometimes, it’s like flipping on the fancy pants Murray Feiss lighting, showing me the patterns I missed as I lived through a certain segment of time.

In truth, I was surprised to find 5 pictures for these five days. I thought for sure I had missed one. But that was next week.

April 6th I sat in a courtroom all day. I knit the whole time, except for the time I was giving my testimony. I cast on a hat at 9:30, and by 5:30 I was 6 inches in, almost ready for the decreases. My cousin sat beside me, reeling out the yarn as I needed it, so it provided stress relief for both of us. He also demanded a hat. This one was pre-destined for That One, though, so cousin said to make his blue. In spite of the fact that I ran out of yarn, I was delighted to find out just yesterday that the hat will fit the massive head for which it was originally intended.

April 7th Back in court again, but before we left for the day, I snapped this pic from the porch that was Grandma and Papa’s and now belongs to Aunt Lady. The day did not end as we all wished it had, but the evening was a great time of laughing and sharing and seriousness and laughing. It’s interesting, this family of mine. I didn’t spend a lot of time with them growing up, but we are so alike in so many ways. And my uncle is a totally fun guy, which I never knew until this visit.

April 8th DaBaby, drinking sprite through two straws at once. We had McDonalds, she and I, the night I got home, for reasons I won’t go into here. It wasn’t pretty.

April 9th Back to the hospital.

April 10th I took this picture to share with That One, in lieu of the daily flower. It was in the hospital parking lot, and I thought he would like it.

Does this picture really need explainin’? I thought not. Here’s what you really need to know: Not long after I took this shot, I found my bony butt dumped unceremoniously and without provocation on the floor. Apparently, if you get tagged to replace a wrestler and you refuse to go into the fight, that makes you fair game. After I managed to get up off the floor, I was pounced on by all four of them, and ended up flipping over the back of the couch. At least I landed on the cushion side, right? Sure wish someone had explained the rules of engagement to me, though, LOL!

I probably would make the same decision, considering That One was trying to send me in after Country, who outweighs me by 40 pounds now. Of course, he outweighs me by a good deal more than that, and also has me by 11 inches height wise, so maybe not. But she’s meaner, so maybe so.

Also, I found the missing pictures from the 14-17th. I hid them from myself in a desktop folder clearly marked “HELIO PICTURES”. Next time I sit down to blog, we’ll talk about them, mmmkay? Kay!

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.