I had a disturbing dream last night...a nightmare really. I discovered that Dennis Rader lived across the street from me. For some reason he wasn't in prison for his crimes. That same day, I realized that I couldn't lock any of my doors, and they were all just flimsy screen doors anyway. The dream went on and on, but I won't bore you with it. Suffice it to say it was disturbing.
I wonder what made me dream such a thing? Of all people, why would my brain drudge him up? I'd say that I'm feeling threatened by something or someone, but I always feel that way. Ha-ha. Paranoid much? Why, yes. Yes, I am.
I had to remove my nail polish and put on at least a clear coat of new this afternoon, so I had to put my Wooleater aside. It's killing me that I can't do it and finish this round of color. I hate that. Between all the little things I do every day for the dogs -- feeding, refilling water, letting in, letting out, helping Phoebe up and down from the couch, etc. -- I really don't get that much time to sit and do a good chunk of crocheting, even when I don't have any work to do. I don't know how anybody that works outside the home gets any done at all. That's probably the reason I never really got into it until I started working from home.
I love it that some of you are getting inspired to make a Wooleater (I just accidentally typed Woodeater -- hee-hee). I can't wait to see what color combos you guys come up with. Maybe we can all inspire each other to keep going on them until they're done. I don't plan on picking up anything else until this one is finished. I'm putting my crochet blinders on.
I need another good chicken breast recipe. I'm trying to make more chicken and fish dishes instead of beef. It's hard to really please Barnaby with chicken. He's a beef & potatoes man.
I'm trying to ramble on and waste time until my nails are dry so I can crochet. It's hard to type with wet nails. Sammi is trying to persuade me to go take a nap. She's my nappin' buddy. They all are really, but she REALLY loves to nap with her momma and is always up for it. She's the one that always let's me know when it's time for bed at night too. If I'm in the living room much past 8:00, she starts pacing around me and staring at me. "Time to go read magazines!"
Okay, that's it for me today.
And just to show my protest to Blogger about their spacing issues, I'm not going to go back and edit this for proper spacing. GAH!