Sunday morning knitting

Even though I stayed up way later than I was supposed to, I still managed to make it to my Sunday morning knitting meet-up.  Durham String Thing meets at the Broad Street Cafe from 10am to whenever on Sundays, and I definitely haven't been the best about waking in time.  I was there (with a shower, mind you!) by 11am, so I figured that was better than naught.  

Unclogging a clogged drain, by the way, can be facilitated with the use of dish detergent.  Found that out.

Anyway, the biased blanket I'm making for Bonnie and Brandie (well, for Bonnie's mother, actually) is nearly completed.  Thank God and Johnny Long for that!  If I never have to see the color "dusty rose" again, it would be too soon.  But seriously, I feel like there's so much for me to do, and so little time!  A lot of it is silly little selfish things, like recording songs, painting, practicing guitar, flute, cello, violin, and finishing my other seven knitting projects, but there's other stuff, too...

If UNLV doesn't let me know something this upcoming week, I am seriously going to go Clark Griswald on their asses and just show up.  There you go, Vegas -- you have been warned!

::  why stupid people shouldn't go to Starbucks  ::

Granted, there are so very many reasons why I have discovered that there are entirely too many stupid people going to Starbucks (I will fill you in in due time, trust!), but here's the most recent.  But first, let's try something.

Look around you.  What do you see?  Perhaps a table, maybe a chair.  There might be a window, and it could be raining.  Do you notice it?  Is the sun shining?  If it IS raining, did you roll the windows up in your car?  Have the police taken down the crime scene tape yet?  Wait, thats just at my house...

Ok, kids... the word of the day is -- AWARENESS.

Charlie was mopping the cafe area in the store yesterday, and he wanted to make sure that no one got in his wa....I mean, got hurt... so he barricaded that part of the cafe with chairs.  It was rather impenetrable.  An attractive, smart looking young woman approached the barricade, then asked Charley, "Oh, can I get back there?  I just didn't know if they had stacked those chairs up for a reason."

Firstly, "they".  WHO is they?  There's only one person.  Secondly (and most importantly), why else would he have stacked the chairs up?  For no reason at all?  Really?  I mean, really?  If you need that badly to use a non-sequitur to hide your shame and social abashment, pick something that MIGHT make sense.

Of course, this was following the episode of some woman asking another woman standing by the restroom door, "Is someone in that bathroom?"

"Yes."

"Oh... are you waiting on the bathroom?"

"...yes."

"Hmm... is anyone in that bathroom?"

"ummm... no, that one's out of order." as she pints to the sign that says 'Out of Order'.

I knew we were expecting too much when we wrote the signs in English instead of pictograms.