I’ve been doing this constantly in my knitting. I weave my working needle through my UF project & then when I got to pick it up I randomly do not pick this needle to grab but instead a stitch filled neighboring one. Nice huh? I don’t even swear about it anymore. I just sigh and slip them back on. The worst I did was yanking on a piece of knitting in my bag to have over 100 stitches slip off. I’m freaking brilliant.

This has been a good summery of my current existence. The Mr and I are moved in to the new house (I’m sure though, we will be bringing things home from the parents house for the next billion years) and though we still have a lot of unpacking to do it’s starting to feel a little more like where we are supposed to be. Granted, we need our non-crime scene fridge back from the parents (they NEED to stop going to costco & filling it up! they already HAVE a fridge for that!) and we need to buy a new stove. A stove that isn’t creepy gross.

Maybe we will do those things this weekend. I really don’t want to go to the cigar herf on saturday. I want to have the weekend finally to ourselves, but I kinda said I would like weeks ago. So we are kind of stuck.  I’m still trying to figure a way to weasel out of it, since Father’s day is Sunday that day is booked too. Another weekend gone, with no personal time. Next weekend is the lovely Nanci’s Summer Solstice Party which should be a blast.

The Mr & I both have birthday’s coming up. I really hate this time of year. This time of year is when I have to repeat 10 times to the Mr what I would like for my birthday (after he has forgotten 10 times) only to have him try to cheap out, but get me exactly (if not better) what I asked for. Then in 35 more days it’s his birthday where not only do I get him something he loves, he get’s himself presents the whole day that are equal to the amount I spent on him. Doubtful that he realizes this, but for some random reason it annoys me, and then I feel like a jerk because it annoys me.  I think this year I just might say “fuck it” and get myself that Philip Stein watch that I really want and let him supplement my presents with whatever he wants with out annoyance.