In an effort to bring you more entertaining blog entries, I sent Barnaby off to work last night with my camera. "Get me some fun pictures, " I said. He grunted, took the camera, and left.
His idea of fun pictures and my idea of fun pictures are obviously two different things. This is what he came back with:
He thought this store called "Civilized Divorce" was amusing. I liked the dog store next door better so I left that in the picture.
What I had in mind was some action shots of actual police work or an accident or something cool like that. Hmpf. I tried, people! I'll send him off to work with the camera again when he works next weekend to try again. If he doesn't come back with anything better than this, he is so fired.
This was me last night in bed with the dogs, the crochet mags I told you about, my laptop computer, and my white shawl to crochet on.
I came so close to frogging that shawl last night. And I may still do it. I just don't like the way the edge of the shawl looks. It looks all jagged and messy to me. The only things keeping me from frogging it is that it's evenly jagged on both sides and the hope that a nice border will magically make it look nice. Oh, and the fact that I've spent HOURS crocheting the dang thing already.
Another thing is I've decided that a bridal shawl would be better in a rectangular shape rather than triangular. A rectangular shawl would show more of the back of the wedding dress. You wouldn't want to cover up the back of your pretty wedding gown, now would you? Well, maybe if you had a giant hump-back or something, but then you probably wouldn't be getting married in the first place. Ha-ha-ha! That was a joke. Please no hump-back hate mail. I didn't mean it. Of course hump-backs get married too. I know that. How the hell did I get off over in left field with this.
I called the COVER GIRL hotline a few minutes ago. Okay, it's not really a hotline. I just made that up, but I did call them. I called them because I'm too blonde to figure out how to maneuver their Ultimate Finish Foundation Compact. That's right, I'm an idiot. I could hear it in the girl's voice that was explaining it to me. I refused to admit I was just a dumb-ass, so she is sending me a free replacement coupon. I just pretended mine was defective and wouldn't work the way she explained it.
Okay, that’s it. I’m off to work for a tiny bit, just so I can say I did, and then I’m going to goof-off with Barnaby since he’s off today. Y’all have a good one.