Dinner in Cleveland’s version of Little Italy last night was fabulous. Course it makes sense that my Brooklyn native cousin found the best restaurant ever We both agree that it is comparable with anything in the REAL little Italy. Also, peaches in tripple sec? THERE IS A GOD! what a lovely little desert that was!

 Also, because my cousin seems to think that I am a knitting goddess she asked me to knit some dog sweaters for her little man.  So she sent one with me last night when we left. Looking at the construction, this is going to be cool. Basically it’s one big swatch, which means I finally have something to cable & use sticktonaries on!!! Crazy ass bobbles here I come! The best part is that they take so little yarn too. So that should be fun. She wants me to sell them to her Chihuaha group so who knows, either way the Toadster will have some great new threads

On an unrelated note, there are lots of weird strange men in my house, touching all my things. I don’t know why I worried about the movers judging my house. I don’t know what I expected but when 6 men showed up with collectively 20 teeth & 4 sleeves between them I suddenly didn’t worry that my groute hadn’t been scrubbed.  Honestly, they are all very nice & almost fell over themselves with gratitude for the coke, moutain dew, & water in the fridge.  So in 30 minutes I will be ordering them pizza.