"The Rabbit Checks Out" or "The Bun Who Came to Dinner"

Mr. Bunny Bunny is gone. Oh, woe is me! He went home today, and just when I was starting to get through to the little bugger. I swear, that thing is a cross between a cat and a dog. It would almost come to you, but then sort of decide not to.

Ok, so he's a lot more like a cat than anything.

All in all, he was a very polite house guest. He did munch on a bit of our baseboards and nibbled through an electrical cable, but hey -- who hasn't? It was all worth it when I peeked at him all sprawled out on the carpet... O M G. He looked just like a bunny slipper.

I leave for the mountains tomorrow... that'll be fun! I'll be in a cabin in Gatlinburg the next few days for a family ski trip. It'll be a full house, so I'll be bringing a few bottles of wine and some knitting to save my sanity. I've heard that it's supposed to snow, but I'm doubtful. If it's at least a little chilly, I'll be pleased. Last year it was in the 60's. Have you ever snowboarded in 60 degree weather?

Miserable.

Imagine -- hot, sweaty gear; slick, not-snow-anymore ice; whiny kids/family/brother/me/everyone

I bit the ice so many times last year, mostly to avoid the Whiskey Tangos in sweat pants and t-shirts. Really? I mean, really? At least pretend you're at a ski resort or something.

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In my last post, MonicaPDX made the comment:

Ooooh, pretty!

But I shall break my own rule and make a New Year's resolution...being as I'm a lot like you in the resolution area, and long ago gave up on 'em: I amnever gonna try something like that.

But it sure is purty. ;)

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You're a peach, you know that? How sweet of you! I only hope that my blanket turns out that well. I believe that I'll bring that project into the mountains with me. We shall all see if it survives the wine, snowboard bruises, children, wine, brothers, wine, and any other unexpected interruption/distraction. After all, it's just Scandinavian lace...

I'm doomed.

I started a pair of gloves today. After all of the crazy holiday knitting I've done, I wanted to pamper myself by making something really selfish with really nice yarn. I drug out my "private stock" drawer, fondled two or three cakes of Malabrigo Sock, tickled some wool/silk blends, and perused Ravelry (of course) for the perfect glove pattern. You know, "real" gloves -- fingers and all!

...but I chickened out. I'm still working with nice yarn, but it's not a-day-at-the-spa yarn or anything. After I realized that I have never made gloves with fingers, I figured that I would make some chunkier gloves to start out with so I could understand the basic construction. So now I've got this weird striped mass of loose ends and held stitches staring up at me... I have one finger done. That won't get the job on the slopes, will it?

And why in the bloody hell did it take me two hours to realize that one of the colors I'm using is cotton yarn? I thought it wasn't as springy... but really? Am I losing my touch? Quick! Someone get me a case of Red Heart before I can tell the difference!!!!

Do not get me a case of Red Heart.

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I just checked the weather for Gatlinburg -- Of course, it looks like it snowed today, but won't snow again until the end of next week. Well, save a few possible flurries on Monday.

Ten bucks says that before all of this is over, I'll be drinking wine on the back porch hot tub. In the snow. Oh, a boy can only hope...