They Say What They Say

I took a sick day today because I woke up with a sore throat, a stuffy nose and feeling somewhat off balance. therefore I took the day off.

As it turned out it was a gloriously sunny day and when I went to Station Street at lunch time to grab a coffee, I briefly thought about popping up the Darn Cheap Fabrics in Heidelberg or going for a look around the shops in Rathdown Street. However after a while I came over all wonky again so I went home and had a bit of a sit down. By 3.30 I was wondering if it was too early for a glass of wine so I assumed I was feeling better and dusted and vacuumed the flat. Not sure how I went from 'wine' to 'housework' but my flat is now nice ans shiny clean *g*

I have been trying to avoid reading the reports from the Supernatural con that was held in Sydney last weekend because I was all, woe is me my three current favourite hot guys were in my country and I couldn't be there, woe! But Of course all the reports littering my flit sucked me in and now I'm all damn, why wasn't I there looking at cute boys being cute together? Why oh why did Z have to have her third birthday the same weekend that my current TV boyfriends were in the country? I'm sure my sister, who possesses very few baking skillz, could have managed the pink, pretty princess butterfly cake on her own. *pouts*

I'm knitting hats for small children and OMG, it has been such a fraught experience. For some reason my knotting mojo is completely off and I started and restarted M and Z's hats about three times before I finished them. Even now I want to redo M's hat again because I feel it's a little too short and she'll grow out of it before winter is even half over. I'm currently doing F's hat and one again I've had two goes at it. And of course I have to be adventurous and try something more than the basic cable twist that I usually do. Note to self: do not attempt a C3L after having consumed more than one glass of red.

My nose is all blocked again and of course I've run out of tissues. Meh.

*reaches for the TP*

I took a sick day today because I woke up with a sore throat, a stuffy nose and feeling somewhat off balance. therefore I took the day off.

As it turned out it was a gloriously sunny day and when I went to Station Street at lunch time to grab a coffee, I briefly thought about popping up the Darn Cheap Fabrics in Heidelberg or going for a look around the shops in Rathdown Street. However after a while I came over all wonky again so I went home and had a bit of a sit down. By 3.30 I was wondering if it was too early for a glass of wine so I assumed I was feeling better and dusted and vacuumed the flat. Not sure how I went from 'wine' to 'housework' but my flat is now nice ans shiny clean *g*

I have been trying to avoid reading the reports from the Supernatural con that was held in Sydney last weekend because I was all, woe is me my three current favourite hot guys were in my country and I couldn't be there, woe! But Of course all the reports littering my flit sucked me in and now I'm all damn, why wasn't I there looking at cute boys being cute together? Why oh why did Z have to have her third birthday the same weekend that my current TV boyfriends were in the country? I'm sure my sister, who possesses very few baking skillz, could have managed the pink, pretty princess butterfly cake on her own. *pouts*

I'm knitting hats for small children and OMG, it has been such a fraught experience. For some reason my knotting mojo is completely off and I started and restarted M and Z's hats about three times before I finished them. Even now I want to redo M's hat again because I feel it's a little too short and she'll grow out of it before winter is even half over. I'm currently doing F's hat and one again I've had two goes at it. And of course I have to be adventurous and try something more than the basic cable twist that I usually do. Note to self: do not attempt a C3L after having consumed more than one glass of red.

My nose is all blocked again and of course I've run out of tissues. Meh.

*reaches for the TP*