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I came into the bathroom this morning and he said,
Robby: “Honey, is it okay if husbands comment on the blogs?”
Wendy: “I don’t think there is a rule against it if that’s what you mean. Why do you ask?”
R: “Because you usually get lots of comments on your posts and no one has commented since I left mine. Maybe I scared them off or something.”
W: “Honey, you didn’t scare them off. Sometimes people don’t have anything to say. That’s okay. And I love it when you comment. So, do as you please.”
He’s a keeper huh?
Have you ever had one of those moments when you realize to absurdity of your life and/or circumstances? Well, maybe absurdity is not an appropriate term. Maybe the strange parallel universeishness. I was talking to a friend on the phone tonight and I said that if I wasn’t already married that I would marry my Tivo. Which is a true statement, I love my Tivo. However, at that moment it struck me. Hey, I’m married. Weird. Or, I’m grown up, weird.
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I caught up with the knit parade. This item was a particularly bad one. I found it trying to seduce some knitted cargo pants to join it in an ensemble.

I’ll let you know tomorrow if it was successful in its pursuit.
Check out the cute buttons. I am totally a sucker for buttons. My grandfather used to work in a button factory. Growing up we always had a box of misc buttons to play in. Something must have imprinted somewhere.

The Hammer helped me pick these out – her color advice was dead on.
Pattern: Daisy from Knitty by the Rock Star.
Yarn: Butterfly Super 10 (When I say this in my head it turns into Superfly 10, which is way more fun.) (ps- have you seen this company’s sock yarn? the colors! oy!)
Color: No idea…maybe Tiger Lily
I did not modify the pattern. Except of course for the misplaced bottom button hole. But we’re ignoring that. Oh yes, we are.
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