Tonight's Cabbage Night/Mischief Night.. but this is some Rambouillet I just got from Moonlight Baker on Etsy, in colorway Kale!
Hope you don't get TPed tonight!
Why I love Sunday mornings:
Cheesecake I made, for breakfast:
I get to watch teh kittehz:
TTL Mystery sock knitting. I got the yarn from SeeJayneKnit on Etsy... she accidentally sent me this colorway and let me keep it, in addition to my order. I love it:
WHY I HATE SUNDAY MORNINGS:
Yesterday I decided it was much more important to scrub every surface in my apartment with my new Mrs. Meyers Basil all-purpose cleaner (yum!). I am a major procrastinator. I also ran out of coffe. So today, it's tea brewed strong in the coffee pot, and 8 pages of paper writing, or else. Plus, I have to get ready for a presentation tomorrow. I am so doomed.
A few events happened yesterday which reminded me of something my professor said in class the other night: "Three is the magic number." When forming arguments, three pieces of supporting evidence is the generally-accepted quantity used.
So anyway, yesterday I went to the P.O., and while waiting in line, this little girl of about 7 walks up and stands next to me, facing me. She wasn't particularly cute, but just plain-looking. She says quietly, with a southern accent, "somebody stole... my... quarter." She didn't say it to me, so much as in my general direction, and glanced at me to see if I picked up on it. "Oh no," I responded, "that's terrible!" This must have been the reaction she wanted, so she said, "you got a quarter?"
This brought me back to earlier in the day, when at work, someone asked if I had a quarter they could borrow. I rummaged through my bag to see if I did, but I couldn't find any change at all. So, turning to the little girl, I responded, "I'm sorry, I don't." Realizing I couldn't help her, she ran back over to the candy machines. Another little girl, this one cuter and younger, presumably the first girl's sister, walks right up to me, smiling, and says "you got a quarter!?" "Nope, sorry," I said, and with that, she laughed and walked away. At that point her sister walks back over to what I assumed to be their Grandmother, in front of me in line, and repeats her line, "somebody stole... my... quarter."
So anyway, I finished up there and walked out, thinking to call my friend Jane, since that whole scenario was just so... dream-like. As I drove away, my phone rang -- it was Jane. She was coming over to eat Cincinnati Chili with me in a bit.
About an hour later, Jane shows up, and we take our bowls of spaghetti noodles and spoon some of the chilli over top. I show her that you then put your toppings on: kidney beans, cheddar, and raw onions.
We sit down to eat, and Jane gets up from the table for a soda. On her way back, she kicks a bowl of cat food, which spills everywhere. "Dammit! Something's going on," she said. "Earlier, there was a bowl of water sitting on the counter in my kitchen, and of course, I knocked it over. 'Figures,' I said to myself." She proceeded, "I was outside, a little after that, cleaning my car, and I knocked over a whole bucket of soapy water. 'Figures.' And now this... 'figures'."
At that point, I realized something strange was going on that day. "Maybe Mercury's in retrogade," I said, laughing. We finished up our chili, then went to clean up the spilled cat food. Jane grabs the bowl and I peer into it -- three puffs of cat food are still in it. "Oh... my GOD!" I said, and Jane looked and said "OH NO!"
We sat around for a while, went to the grocery, took a walk, and watched some TV. Jane made some tea, and I brought her a mug. "This looks like the Serendipity 3 Web site," she said. "That's funny, that's where I got it from," I responded. Jane finished her tea and said, "I'm going home now." I looked at the clock: 10:33.
Jane goes home to find her house full of wafting garlic and her Mom's Korean friends. She texted me to tell me so. I texted her back, and, closing my cell phone, noted the date: October 3rd. The time? 11:03.
Three people asked me for a quarter yesterday.
Jane knocked over three containers, too.
Three pieces of cat food left in the bowl.
Three toppings on the Cincinnati Chili.
Serendipity 3 mug.
October 3rd.
I went to bed, because I couldn't deal with it anymore. I turned off the light. Looked at the clock: 11:33.
This shows so many of the varied facets of ignorance:
