Sunday, November 11, 2007

NaBloPoMo Day 11: Two Items

Item Number One: Yesterday was my 100th blog entry. Sorry about all the emo. I'm just feeling not so hippity-hoppity about Christmas this year. I'll come about.

Item Number Two: I've started another afghan. It's made with leftover wool from what was supposed to be Gerry and Trina's wedding present, an afghan that Max has taken an extremely strong liking to and which, regrettably, I doubt I'll be able to give away. This new one is made up of panels of cables in Lion's Pride Thick 'n' Quick Wool-Ease Wheat color. It looks like this:

I am actually quite pleased with myself for having gotten the hang of doing cables, what with being self-taught and all. This was a pretty good project to learn on. If you want it, the pattern is here.

Oh, and one last thing: Dear Pizza Hut, go eat a bag of dicks. No, when you order a cheese lover's pizza, you shouldn't be able to see more of the crust than you can of the toppings. I don't need to work at Pizza Hut to know that. I also don't need to work for a credit card company to know that I can dispute the charges. I took pictures and everything, losers, so get ready to lose this little skirmish in your war on pizza-eating America. This whole thing is so far beneath me, I can't believe I'm even talking about you, except to tell everyone with an internet connection: AVOID THE BALTIMORE AVENUE PIZZA HUT IN LAUREL, you worthless bunch of feckless thugs. Love, Molly.


merseydotes said...

My husband thinks that Pizza Hut is straight outta hell.

Treen said...

Ironically, I am now craving pizza.

I am so proud of myself. I finished my ugly rainbow starter/practice piece and I made Gerry a really cool scarf in a fraction of the time it took me to make the first one. But then Gerry asked me when I'm going to learn how to do cables, and my mom asked me when I'm going to learn how to make sweaters and other things that aren't scarves...all of which seem like a lot more concentration than my plain scarves.

Max looks totally adorable and comfy with the afghan, so I won't fight him for it. In the midst of trying to plan the wedding I always forget about the presents part, and that makes me smile and destress just a little bit. I am so 5 years old.