Hiz-aaa. How fun was my last post? I crack myself up pretty much every day. However, it’s nice to know that every once in awhile I can crack you all up too. The baby that will receive the outfit is the new babe of my neighbors. Just in case you’re wondering, this is what a Dominican/Parisian looks like:

The hair! The hair is almost enough to make you throw out your birth control and demand to be fertilized.

Almost.

Not quite though.

Here we have yet another finished knit. This has been here before, (the pictures do not work on this link. Picture a half finished baby knit sweater.) like other knits before it, it pissed me off and got stuck at the bottom of my bucket. Where I told it to fuck it. This sentence was served without a peep from the sweater. Which leads me to believe it was guilty of the accussed, either that or the medication is really working to lull those voices in my head.

What could a sweater this cute do to deserve an extended sentence at the bottom of my bucket? The armholes. I didn’t like the armholes. By the time I got over this truly horrifying crime the babe for which the seater was intended was clearly too large to wear it. So, I ripped a bit and blocked a lot and have gifted the sweater to a co-workers new baby.

I’m telling you. We are all babies all the time here.