I know, you'd never expect me to say that. But it's true. I was even

Hopefully next week will be better and I can actually dig into some real work, roll up my sleeves and get some results.
Did you want to see some results? Well don't look to the Ivy League Vest for results. Nope, at 2 rows a day it's a chore that I'm working through. With as much as I complain about it, you'd think I would've ripped it out and moved on. But I can't bring myself to throw away the hours I've already put into it. So the logical thing to do is put a whole lot more into it. Plus I know it'll be beautiful when it's done. A challenge is good for us all once in a while.


Who is not so little but like most mothers I refuse to see him any older than the kitten I brought home after The Boyfriend clearly said, "While I'm away at fishing camp, whatever you do, don't get another cat."

So half way through the week, at the top of a mountain, during a fishing break, he calls to check in, since he actually has some reception. And I, being ever so thoughtful and subtle, blurt out, "I got a cat, and his name is Linus. I met him and he had to come home with me, oh and I took one look at him and knew his name should be Linus." So not only did he now have two pedigree cats to scoop litter and feed, but he didn't get a say in the name. Poor Boyfriend. He's a good sport to put up with my and my crazy little Linus.