Just got back from dinner with my grandpa, stepgrandmother, stepaunt and stepuncle, complete with present opening and a wrappingpaperball fight (think snowball fight with wrapping paper, here.) I don’t think I’ve ever had quite that much fun.
Our hotel room is fine, it has excellent internet access and a Steak n Shake across the parking lot, not twenty yards away:
Unfortunately they’re closed tonight, or I’d be over there munching on some cheese fries.
I’m knitting up a storm, but unfortunately I don’t think it’ll be a big enough one–I’m not getting enough done, here.
I’m liking it so far, I just need to work faster. I have to finish this, and I still haven’t even started on work for the seekrit project–I have six 11″x11″ squares to knit for that. And I need to finish a squirrel (which I’ve just barely started.) I don’t know if I can do it, guys. I’m starting to get nervous. But I feel ever so grateful that I didn’t decide to knit my other gifts this year. Send me some knitting fairies, or something, please.