This morning, I woke up and my beloved Bosworth mini—completely laden with the beautiful angora/bombyx top from Corgi Hill Farm I’ve been spinning on it—was out of my knitting basket, out of it’s cotton drawstring bag, out of the plastic ziplock bag that was inside the cotton bag and lying in the middle of the living room floor.
Yesterday, I came home from work, only to find that a certain someone had managed to scale the bookshelf, steal all the handspun yarn I unwittingly though would be safe up there, chew through the ziplock freezer bag I thought was protective and slobber all over the aforementioned yak/merino handspun.
All of said handspun is now in a latched cabinet. If Tilly grows opposable thumbs, I’m really screwed.
Yesterday morning, I woke up to find she had peed on the couch. I blame myself for deciding her litterbox needed to be relocated. Clearly, an unwise decision.
Other than that, we’re doing smashingly well.
This afternoon is Tilly’s first vet appointment, where we’ll find out if she’s really pregnant or if I’m just completely crazy. I’m dreading the thought of this appointment and its potential aftermath. She’s going to get shots. And blood draws. And maybe a microchip. And stuffed in a plastic carrier.
I’m not expecting her to be very happy with me tonight.
PS: In order to keep me posting on a more regular basis, I was thinking about doing a weekly wrap up of my favorite blogs on Fridays…but that sounds like way, way, way too much work. So, instead I’ve decided to start doing the ever-popular Eye Candy Friday. I’m pretty sure it’s just supposed to be a post about that photo, but this is Week 1, and I’m a rebel without a cause, so here’s my highly unoriginal 1st Eye Candy pic:
Gratitutious shot of my best girl…begging for cat food…
ECF will actually pose a bit of a challenge, mostly because I live here, and it’s really not as picturesque as Wikipedia makes it sounds. (We don’t call our city “Hard Hittin’ ” for nothing!) Don’t expect too many macro shots of gorgeous flowers; some of my Eye Candy might be a bit more interpretative, a bit grittier. But it should prove interesting.