From the Wonderful Wendy, my One Skein spoiler. I must confess that I've been waiting for the mailman ever since I saw what she had made me posted on her blog. She totally nailed me. I love handbags and I'm a felted purse nut (hence the 6 I've made so far this year) so this gift was perfect! A really lovely pink felted clutch decorated with vintage buttons, some watercolorish nautical Maine-themed notecards, an alpaca fingerpuppet (the BHFH is fascinated by this), blueberry tea, handmade wooly soap, (Teresa, now I get the whole sushi mat thing), and blueberry lip balm with the name "Moose Smooch". My son is a lip balm nut and I'm going to have to keep my eye on it to keep it from disappearing into his backpack. Thank you so much Wendy, you've been such a terrific pal!
I'm now finished with the hand knit gifts for my secret pals (of the OS and SP8 variety). I just have to find the fun stuff and yarn to go along with it. Last night I got an e-mail asking me to be an angel for the OS Pal exchange. I immediately agreed because it makes me sad that some people have been in the program for two months and received nothing. And, who are we kidding, I love the guilt-free shopping aspect of SP. "Have to go to the LYS, it's for my Pal".
Yesterday I picked up my shiny new car. I love it. It's completely impractical. The chrome dual exhaust makes it sound like a race car. It's my first car with rims instead of hubcaps. The sunroof messes up my hair. The 8 speaker Bose stereo (with in-dash 6 CD changer) is way too big and loud for such a small car, not to mention I'm sure a 40-something mommy speeding around blasting "Pink" last night looked crazy. It's really close to the ground for a car to be driven in a Minnesota winter. I don't care about any of this, it's fun. The lease is only a year long. Who knows maybe I'll be through my midlife crisis by then and will buy a sensible hybrid station wagon or something.
As it happens the dead mouse alert was premature and the thing has yet to be caught. I'm still uneasy in my own home and I'm really mad at this damn mouse. Is it so much to ask to live in a rodent-free zone?! How is it that, much to my husband's dismay, the BHFH can catch and eat bunnies but can't track and kill this stupid mouse? I know she's pretty busy what with her schedule of tipping over garbage cans, stealing shoes, standing on tables, barking at nothing, but for God's sake I need her to fit this in.
Yeah, I don't do pest control.
P.S. Note to RC, the mouse was found to have come through the garage entrance (chewed through the now-replaced threshold sweep). Traps have been set in the garage 'cos I'm scared of decon. I think I'm on to you. The meerkat reference reveals you're from Minnesota. I think I may even know your secret identity! Nancy Drew is on baby!