Public Service Announcement

My buddy Warren at Marin Fiber Arts is having a fabulous sale next weekend. Friday through Sunday, all yarns at leat 30% off. I'm not telling you what I've got my eye on, because I want it to still be there when I get there, but you can read the list of yarns at the link above and see what you can pick up for a song. And a big bonus: Warren's got AIR CONDITIONING, which is a very big deal in an area where a lot of homes (like, oh, I don't know - OURS) don't and where it was 104 in the shade and 112 out of the shade yesterday.

Followup

In a followup conversation to the earlier one where I was asked about dogs and plastic surgery, I've been informed that a dog with droopy eyelids (like, for instance, a basset hound) might need plastic surgery to correct that condition.

Also, does anybody out there know why we call it plastic surgery? I didn't have a good answer for that, either.

Today's Question

"Mom, can dogs get plastic surgery?"

Vindication

As you have probably guessed, there is a running disagreement at our house about who is responsible for emptying pockets before clothing goes into the laundry hamper.

The Little Hub has suggested that the person doing the laundry is responsible for pocket emptying. He has assured me at length and at great volume that when HE does the laundry he ALWAYS takes responsibility for checking the pockets.

At equal volume, I have suggested that checking the pockets for 5 loads of laundry a year is a lot less time-consuming than checking the pockets for 5-7 loads of laundry a week.

Last Saturday, the LH found himself in the position of having to wash some clothes while I was out. He had to leave before the cycle had finished, so he asked if I could please toss them in the dryer when I got home. No problem. I even pulled them out of the dryer as soon as it stopped.

You can imagine my surprise - and glee - when I tossed the dry load onto the couch, preparatory to folding everything, and noticed a large and now very soft piece of candy in amongst the clean clothes.

So when the poor guy got home, I handed him the candy and said "this went through the wash today." He started in again: "I don't understand why you can't at least check pants pockets!"

I let him go for a little while but I'm not totally heartless. Before the volume got too high, I stopped him with a single, soft-spoken sentence: "This was your load of laundry, babe."

The Art of Letter Writing is Not Dead

A woman I work with has been seriously injured in car accidents twice in the last couple of years. The first time, she was crossing the street when a hit-and-run driver hit her so hard he knocked her 50+ yards. She was in ICU for quite awhile and in the hospital for some time after that. Last month, a truck T-boned her in her new car which, fortunately, had a zillion airbags, including side air bags. She suffered a number of injuries, including broken ribs and a punctured lung. Although she was badly hurt, she's recovering and hopes to be back at work sometime this month.

C has met her several times and we thought it might cheer her up to get a card from him. So after thinking about it for awhile, he sat down and wrote this:

Dear B:

I was sorry to hear about your accident. I hope you're feeling better.

Love,
C

PS - I don't know why everybody is trying to kill you, but I hope they're done now.