Monday, December 20, 2010
Twas the Monday before Christmas
dustballs were gathering at every point.
Dogs were begging and trying to steal a cookie
Husband was moping and saying, "what does that mean you're too busy for nookie?"
The knitter was panicked and sure she wouldn't complete
all of those projects laying around in a heap.
Just as she was about to abandon all hope,
the stubborn soul within her yelled out, "not yet--nope!"
Radio playing Christmas carols in the background
The knitter repeated her mantra, "one more round, one more round."
One by one, to her complete disbelief, the projects were magically done
and the knitter yelled out "finally, I've won, I've won!"
Though I'm beginning to have flickers of doubt in respect to finishing my top secret project, I won't give up hope. I've pared the bauble rows from 60 minutes to 35 minutes and have only 6 of those to go and then I'll be knitting rounds. I will finish that, but it's not looking good for the honey bread. I did finish the walnut bread--6 loaves--and some sour cream cut out cookies (sans cookie cutters), so at least that's something. While the frosting was setting up on the cookies, the food thief who lives amongst us exited the kitchen madly licking his chops. Upon inspection of the looming disaster, I found one cookie missing an edge and another licked clean of its frosting.
The joys of owning a big dog who can find trouble anywhere are endless.
Reports from Mr. Larger Than Life land indicate bad behavior is escalating prior to the holiday and his daughter's arrival. I hope she doesn't worry too much though, as I've made us a liter of fig vodka.
All will be well.