It's been a long week, and I can't believe it's only Thursday. Monday was a holiday for the rest of the country; I worked. Tuesday and Wednesday, we had sleet and ice. Schools closed, businesses shut down, "non-essential personnel" were sent home from the bases. The already substantial accident rate doubles when we get rain, forget ice and sleet. The cops said screw it, we're shutting down the roads.
You folks who live where there are REAL winters will laugh your heads off, because to you, it would be an blip on annoyance screen, but down here, the TV had up-to-the minute reports on "ARCTIC BLAST 07". We're screwed if we have another one next month, because the graphics guy will have to find another moniker. I slung a TON of coffee. Mark and I worked our butts off-all the houses in our neighborhood had no power for 6+ hours, and folks need their coffee.
It's International Delurking week. I found this out lurking on other people's blogs. Give me a holla, ok? ;-)
And damn this Fiery Bolero. Damn Damn Damn! I keep working, frogging, and slinging. I need to pick up the front facings for a THIRD time. On both my previous attempts, I managed to pick up about 160 stitches-I need 246. Holy crap. How am I gonna do that?