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Saturday, December 13, 2008


Why was he stalking you? How weird.

How did he even get upstairs to the gates? I thought non-ticketed people couldn't do that anymore. (Can you tell I haven't been on a plane in 10-ish years? *L*)

Get those cats to shovelin', Angie!


Hope you can take the hint from Mother Nature and take a snow day to sit and knit.

Just sit in front of the wood stove and play with fiber. Don't forget you do have friends (and a certain doctor) who would sniper rifle anyone for you.

Oh and inkle weaving is FUN! Just you wait! I have plans for all of that purple cotton!

How *did* he get in? Very weird.

Progress comes when you least expect it! Trust me, I was shocked, shocked that I finished that orange thing and the cable cardigan. Mind you, I started the cable cardigan last January and the orange thing....... I don't remember.

Glad you're home safe and sound! All acclimated? Was there ANY LYS browsing?

Sometimes an uneventful trip is the best one can hope for. The snow certainly does make Christmas more real, doesn't it?

Uneventful travel is the best travel. Good strategy to sit across from your gate, but too bad you didn't successfully hide. Next time maybe a wig & glasses.

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