I finished the socks I've been working on. I will have pics tomorrow! I managed to finish all but 22 rows before the Birthday Party on Friday Night. Damn. But, I still wouldn't have had them blocked, so I suppose it didn't matter anyway. I gave her a card with a quick baby size sock in it. She knew what my "hint" was, and cannot wait for the gift tomorrow. In fact, I'd be surprised if she doesn't search me out so she can try them on! (This is the part where you cross your fingers for me. repeat: "They will fit! They will fit! They will fit!)
I'm now slogging through the end of the bag. I am not going to get the second bag or the lace project finished. Aunt Helen will understand, as I don't usually exchange a gift with her, and she had no idea I had planned the gift. But, now I have to come up with something for my Mom. (eep) I still haven't finished shopping for DH, Brother 1, Brother2, even started on my dad, and now I have my Mom to deal with! Crappers!
Have I wrapped anything? HA! Right.
Work continues to eat my soul. If I am not in jail for murder, and still employed on MLK Day, consider it a miracle. I am *this* close to actually punching a few people, and if I start the fists of furry up, there is no stopping. Maybe all the "Soul Caliber" really did leach into my system. (Violent video game, for those of you not into such things) I found myself day dreaming of telling my designer off, and where she can stick it, today in the shower. Wait, is stabbing someone with knitting needles Assault or attempted murder? Just asking...
the stress may be getting to me.
You know how little kids make a "countdown to Christmas" calendar? Yeah. I need a Countdown to opening Calender. Every show is frustrating and a challenge in its own right, but this one is the worst. Maybe if I tick days off it'll go faster. Although, that could be a bad idea. Last week was only a week, but I swear a month went by. I swear it.