for all those asking about the knitting featured in the photo last week, this is another shot of the project which is no more. the yarn has been re-wound and i’m waiting for it to speak to me and let me know what it wants to be because that last thing was not working.
i spent some time the other day unsubscribing from email lists, newsletters, etc. i don’t know why it took me so long to do this but it felt good liberating my inbox. to be honest, it made me ridiculously happy to think that each time i clicked unsubscribe i was having the last word. take that you pitiful unread newsletter! and then i noticed that three companies sent me an email to a.) let me know i had unsubscribed and b.) ask if it had been a mistake. seriously? talk about buzz kill. in the end one click of my mouse relegated them forever into the spam folder and i still managed to get the last word. huzzah!
the mr. came home from a meeting the other evening. a while later i heard him going outside and wondered what he was up too – went to ask and he said, “i went to get my monocle out of the car.” i turned and left the room unable to even bring myself to ask about or comment on this fresh new lunacy. monocle?!?
the red bean had a bump on her wrist that became infected. she needed antibiotics so her pediatrician explained to her she could drink the nasty stuff 3x/day or take a pill 3x/day. the red bean was dubious so the ped explained how easy it was to take a pill by putting it in a spoonful of cool whip. the red bean looked at me and raised her eyebrow in question – i explained what cool whip is. she immediately declared she was willing to try the pills *if* i would get her the cool whip. rock->me<-hard place because who really wants to negotiate 2tsp of foul tasting medicine 3x/day for 10 days? i gave her a brief talk about cool whip not really being food and let her decide. she decided to try the cool whip (parenting FAIL).
we pick up the prescription, run by the post office, library and buy the blasted cool whip; all the while the red bean keeps saying, “i can’t believe i’m going to swallow pills, the kids aren’t going to believe this.” we make it home and i hand over a spoonful of cool whip with a little blue capsule tucked inside. she takes it, does a little happy dance and then walks into the mr.’s office and says, “i just took THE PILL!” he turns three shades of green, looks very panicked, and when i walk in it looks as though he’s quit breathing. i explain she is taking antibiotics in pill form not THE PILL and i tell you the waves of relief rolling off that man were palpable.