Me: "I still can't believe that Donatella is moving to Palos Verdes."
Daisy: "I know. It's weird."
Me: "It's been a weird summer. My shredder exploded in my face, and then my toenail fell off, and then my dog got the dog cancer, and now Donatella's leaving us. Everything's strange. I am displeased."
Daisy: "I think if you purchased that bag of yarn from the bargain bin, you'd feel better."
Me: "You think?"
Daisy: "Put it up to your face."
Me: "You know how well that works as a deterrent." I put the yarn up to my face for the color test. It brushed against the underside of my chin. "Oh, God. It's merino and silk."
Daisy: "Don't you feel better already?"
Me: "I don't know. I still feel unsettled and discontented. What do you think about this little bag of Berroco Zen? I could make a tank top out of the six balls in here."
Daisy: "I think you've had a hard summer, and you deserve a treat."
Me: "How hard do you think my summer has been? 'Cause there are eight skeins of Tartelette in this bag at $28. Ooh, look! The silvery band is actually iridescent lavender and blue!"
Daisy: "I have no idea why you're even asking me. You know my answer is going to be 'yes'."
Do I still knit? Not as often or as prolifically as I'd want. You know what I do more frequently and with more success? Buy beautiful yarn.
In other news, The Engineer is in China for two weeks. Lucy is currently in full remission and is looking fit and trim. My nemesis, the haunted soda machine, has returned. All I wanted was a damn Coke, you bastard! Why? WHY???
Son of a BITCH!