2. Shaving my legs. I realized it's been two weeks since I last did. Man, what am I, some kinda hippie or something? Next thing you know I'll be getting a Grateful Dead dancing bear tat on my ankle and following Phish around the country in a VW Microbus. (wait, are Phish even still around?)
4. I've picked my next lace project. I even have the cone of black Zephyr from my aborted Mystery Shawl 3 for it. It feels good to scuttle back to the dark side.
5. Playing with my crock pot/slow cooker. Summer is kicking my ass in the hot department, and if I even look at the stove our little house heats up unbearably. Sometimes I'll shuck my shirt and cook en brassiere, but that freaks out Tom (the neighbors might see!), and the crock pot is a nice compromise. (And yeah, the dude needs to shed some of those pesky Protestant inhibitions, but then again, I'm a gal who isn't shaving her legs, so who you gonna listen to?) Thanks to Marie I'm reading this blog, and having varied success in the kitchen. Verdict so far is that big hunks of meat work well, as do soups. I'm on the lookout for good recipes, so if you have any faves, please email me!
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On the turntable: Devil Takes His Turn by the Dusty 45s