SQUEEEEEEE!!!

The day has finally arrived: I’m in Ravelry!! The best part is it’s not like when you finally get in the kilt of the guy you’ve been fantasizing about for eons and it turns out that counting ceiling tiles is a great deal more exciting….noooooo, it’s like yarn sex on your PC. I’m so ridiculously angry that they want me to do work at this damn place instead of entering my stash on Ravelry! Jeez, just cause they pay me doesn’t make them the boss of me – the nerve! Anyway, I’m Anita Cocktail on Ravelry and despite admonitions I’ve been online pretty much all day.  Heh!

I don’t have much in the way of time this second – have much work to do and few minutes to do it – but I must update on the projectoids.  The Monkey Socks, my friends, are cruising!  Check this out…a complete leg!!!

I am so loving these puppies… I mean, Monkeys and they’re just knitting up incredibly quickly.  Cookie A. is a total genius and one of the things that I love, love, love is that she has the lace pattern both written out and charted.  I swore many moons ago I would never knit anything that required a chart, which really just amounts to a phobia, and thanks to Miss Cookie I have finally overcome it and have been happily knitting from her chart.  The pattern is perfection and I am stoked beyond belief.

My weekend ended up being amazing despite a rocky start.  I joined Herr Meyer in Connecticut which provided a ton of knitting time, a haven from the crack whore and plenty of quality time with Joe.   One of the highlights of the weekend was Sunday morning. Joe got out of bed early and I just snuggled under the covers listening to what he was doing (smoking, reading, putting away dishes, showering) feeling slightly groggy.  I heard the shower turn off and the sound of his footsteps heading for the dresser in the bedroom.  As he entered, I surreptitiously opened one eye… I have to interject here that it really shows how fantastic and healthy our relationship is that after 2 years I still peek when he’s naked in the vicinity…and checked out his cute bum as he went dresser diving.  I quickly feigned sleep and moments later I heard “Hi honey…do you want coffee?” Thinking only of the instant stowed in his cabinet for emergencies I unenthusiastically assented. And then I heard the magic words, “What do you want from Starbucks?” 

I shot straight up in bed, looked at him and spouted, “Did you just say Starbucks to me??”  He hates Starbucks on principle but to me – coffee sex in my mouth.  He not only said I could have whatever I wanted but that I should also stay in bed. I couldn’t say pumpkinspicelatte fast enough.  He not only got me my PSL and The New York Times but then made an AMAZING breakfast.  How in God’s name did I get so lucky?  I did ply him with “Spanky Chicken” and matzoh ball soup but this was just beyond the pale… I cannot adequately express my love for him at this moment.  He’s the best (to quote the email I got from Miss Violet today — double SQUEEEEE!) “boyfriend-type-unit” ever.  More tomorrow kiddies…great pate but I gotta motor.