I was at my desk working this morning when I looked up and saw this. I had to grab my camera and capture it. They looked so sweet sitting there looking out the front door. Sammi was there too, but just when I grabbed my camera, of course, she got up and left. DAMMIT!
I was inspired by Petunia Pill and her pretty little dresses and booties that she’s been making lately. I started this last night, but I hate it in this yarn so I’m frogging it. Hmphf! I’m pissed. I know better than to use variegated yarn or whatever you call it for something like this. It’s always much prettier in a solid color so you can see the pattern better. This just looks all lopsided and splotchy and YUCK. And I’m too cheap to pay $5.99 for that silly little bootie pattern. I think $5.99 for a single pattern is totally ridiculous! TOTALLY! So I’m just being pissy and a cheap-ass. I admit it! I’ll freely spend $4.95 on a coffee at Starbucks though. DUH. DAMMIT!
I had a lot of work to get done today and I needed a little help in the energy department so I decided to try one of these. I have never tried one. Have y’all tried it? I had all ready had two cups of coffee and then I chugged this. I feel nothing. Nadda. Zilch. Absolutely nothing. DAMMIT!
So I only worked about an hour and then I got up and went and took my shower. Then I put together these kabobs because The Captain is home today and he can grill them up for us. The last ones I made were just chicken, and they were delish even as leftovers. He wanted some red meat this time so I made a couple of those for him too. When I was just about finished, I realized I was forgetting to put the mushrooms on that I had bought especially for these. DAMMIT! I didn’t want to unthread them all and start over, so I just added some where I could at the ends and on the last kabob. Then I doused them all in Zesty Italian salad dressing.
And then The Captain went outside to light the grill and promptly came back in and said, “We’re out of gas!” DAMMIT!! So he went to the store to get some.
While he was gone, I was sitting at my desk and something caught my eye out the front door. I looked up and saw a black person running by across the street. (Not that the color of the person has anything to do with it…I’m just describing the situation to you.) It was nobody I recognized, but they were older, like late 50s or 60s. I couldn’t tell if it was a man or a woman. Then less than a minute later, they caught my eye again coming back the other way and crossing over to my side of the street, again, sort of half-running. They ran towards our side yard. I got up and went out the front door to see what they were doing, and they were GONE. I went around to the back through our side yard and looked in the alley…GONE. What the hell? How did they disappear so fast? It was probably a burglar pillaging our entire neighborhood. Yes, I’m paranoid. Last time something like that happened, I sat right here staring out my front window at my neighbor’s house at the exact moment they were being cleaned out by burglars! DAMMIT. So, yes, I’m paranoid.
And now I have to get back to work and I don’t wanna. DAMMIT!
JUST DAMMIT ALL DAY!
I know I am spelling DAMMIT wrong.
I just like writing it that way.
Get off my back, DAMMIT!
(That energy thing may be making me irritable. Ya think?)