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Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Fuzzy Daisies

I've gotten some more done on my Horai scarf.  Remember how I mentioned what an easy pattern it is to work?  It would be twice this size if I didn't keep making stupid mistakes!  I get to the end of a row, find out that I'm off somewhere, and have to tink back.  (So. Much. Fun. With. Mohair.)  I've got to figure out how to read the pattern as I go before I drive myself crazy.  Otherwise, it's really an easy pattern!

Actually, I find that I make more dumb mistakes on "easy" patterns because I don't pay attention as well as I do on the complex ones.  I'm not sure how smart that makes me.

You'll be happy to know that Max is no longer dabbling in lesser crimes, he's graduated to federal crime now - Grand Theft Auto to be exact.  Last night, after Caleb was tucked into bed and fast asleep, Mickael and I were getting ready for bed, Logan had been out for the last time and everything was locked up.  All of a sudden Maximus came running into the room, carrying something.  Sure enough, he'd been in Caleb's play room again and what had he brought downstairs?  A Matchbox car.  Not just any Matchbox car, it had flames on it, so it's not like he's stealing cars that blend in either - he's going for the flashy, high speed kind of cars.  Yep, Max lives his life a quarter mile at a time.  (Bonus points for knowing what movie that dumb line came from!)

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Blogger Sharon T said...

Fast and the Furious.
At least you found the stolen car, instead of stepping on it in the middle of the night.

12:12 PM  
Blogger Connie Peterson said...

You WILL look back on this time with sighs of good memories. You WILL look back .... you WILLLLLLL...

3:54 PM  

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