Yesterday, while I was complaining about our roommates to my father-in-law. . . the look on his face said it all. It was the look of, "you volunteered for this so you shouldn't be complaining." He is right. But I'll tell you this - the do's and don'ts list we gave to the missionaries is getting longer everyday.
In other news - I neglected to thank Greg for his help on working the dye cut machine so that I could make the FAIL! bulletin board.
The whole time he was dye cutting out letters he was singing the 16 tons song. Apparently, it was very taxing.
And even more other news - I'm upgrading my wallet. I've been using these fancy jcrew wallets for the past six(?) years. Because of their size - they often can get swallowed up in my purse and they are starting to look a little less than nice. So tj maxx to the rescue - I think I like it - but it seems a little old lady-ish - but classy. At least that is what I'm telling myself.
And finally, my goal this year (as it was last year) is to hand out all my knitting prizes - but this year I am serious. Two are finished - Tracy and Kristal - be on the lookout for one of these beauties!



9 comments:
We didn't have a picture of me holding your new wallet?
Oh seriously - I should re-do this post. Also that song, "Your so vain" is totally written about you.
It's a good thing that I am very secure in my manhood. A trip to PIMP, crafting, modeling knitted wear - helping you think about lady-wallets. Wow. Maybe next week you can help me change the oil or something.
I hardly know what to say about the last 2 pictures. I LOVE them. A lot.
It would be even classier if you called it a pocketbook instead of a wallet.
That second knitted creation Ross is modeling looks like he should have his arm in it like a sling.
PS- what is PIMP?
PIMP is Ross's fancy acronym for "Pebbles In My Pocket". I prefer PIMP.
The fact that you even know what a dye cut machine is puts you light years ahead of me. You two are going to have your own bulletin board decorating show in no time. None at all.
PS Just stepping foot in PIMP makes me sigh dejectedly.
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