Tonight we'll get to hear what our new president has to say about the economic stimulus bill he wants passed. You know, the number just keeps growing and I find it hard to think in terms of hundreds of billions of dollars, it all seems so insane. I feel so small-and to think I was so proud of my piddling raise this year. Actually, they can keep the raise if it means I keep my job.
Part of the money President Obama has asked for is supposed to go for fixing our infrastructure. I'm all for that. It beats a bridge to nowhere, and if it saves me from hitting potholes the size of manhole covers, well it won't be a minute too soon. Driving at night, it's hard to see those enormous holes until you've hit them and caused damage to your car. Ask me how I know.
A word on the cabinet nominees if you please. We've had one nominee after another bow out because of shady dealings in the past. Well dammit, if you know you haven't paid your taxes, admit you're an ass to your president, and decline the invitation. Are you waiting for the monkey on your back to just go away? It doesn't work that way. The other side is always looking for a way to bring this side to their knees, for God's sake, don't hand it too them on a silver platter. Now, a word about my taxes. My God! I pay my taxes Mr. Nominee, why don't you? If I owed $100,000 in back taxes, I'd leave town, right after I finished throwing up. I'm so sick of this game between the haves and the have nots.
All better now. Today's mantra is *yo, SK2P, yo, K1* repeat from * to *. Yes! I'm knitting lace in Mountain Color's Apaca Blend-Bitterroot Rainbow colorway. It's stunning. So far I'm still playing with it, but I think it wants to be a wrap when it grows up. If you're on Ravelry, you can find the pattern here.