It’s Ben and Jerry’s Free Cone Day. I haven’t had Ben and Jerry’s in a good, good long time. I used to go every year, but I haven’t worked near one in a spell. It was good to be back in the ‘hood and have some midday chocolate therapy on a sugar cone.
The Clapotis will not be done for the April 30 deadline. Not by a long shot. But, I’m making some progress. See? The pink blob is bigger! I have not yet ordered more yarn. We won’t celebrate the birthday immediately, so hopefully I can buy some yarn, buy some time and still make it before it’s noticeably late.
The yarn arrived yesterday for Picovoli and the Honeymoon Cami. Must. Not. Succumb.
In very exciting news, I’m going to the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival for the first time this year and I’m sooooo excited. I’m definitely going with the farmer I work for, which should be SO FUN. She’s the type of good energy that makes me feel like a mooch to be in her presence because I KNOW I’m not giving back as much as I’m getting. I’M SUCKING YOUR ESSENCE! A friend from the last gig that I’d be thrilled to hang out with and BF may come along too. BF said he’d come if they had lamb chops, I think trying for inappropriate, but oh boy do they. (He also wants to go see Lynn Rosetto Kasper of Splendid Table speak at the farmers’ market, so we’ll see what wins out.)
In the Great Tick Debacle, 2008, we pulled another 50 or more ticks off of Marley last night. Those little, tiny, pencil-point size ones really suck. Ha. Bad unintentional pun. BF found a bunch down the length of her tail, we both found clusters of them in her paws, and there were still more in her backside hair that we so affectionately call her “Farrahs” because they look like Farrah Fawcett’s bangs from the olden days. Poor girl. BF did call the vet, who kind of just said that these things happen. We did the right thing with the quick removal, and any sickness would show up with time. Lyme is unlikely since they’re lone star ticks, thank goodness. We’ve already done that once thankyouverymuch.
