Sheep And Those Who Tend Them.

It is, perhaps, somewhat obvious even to the casual reader that The Sheep don't get out much. She's happy to graze in her own little meadow and watch the rest of the world go by. But even a complacent critter needs to wander afield every now and again. Fortunately, there are those out there who seek to watch over such critters as myself.

The Head Mom over at the CamMad household called this morning to invite me over to visit with my favorite nieces-by-proxy and partake of Head Dad's culinary fare. (Love CamMad's mom to death, but the pater is the chef in that house, lemme tellya) I'll be heading over next week for CandyLand and somersaults. At least until bedtime...then we may even talk of adult type stuff! This is the stuff of Sheepie dreams!

No sooner was that call completed, than a certain favorite stylist called to invite her favorite client to lunch. As a good time was had the last time she and I headed out, I was quick to say, "okey-dokey!" It should be noted here that I am beginning to see a pattern in these invites. They generally seem to come right after an appointment. I strongly suspect that my beloved stylist doesn't trust The Sheep to maintain the upkeep on her tresses and wants to do a visual check just to be on the safe side. There was no comment on my stylin' ability so I'm going to take that as a good sign.

We met up at an amazing little Thai restaurant for all sorts of yummy things in curry and peanut sauce. Oddly enough, I never order anything even resembling pizza when I eat out. And yet, when home, that is all I seem able to consume. Most strange... Amy insisted that the lion's share of the food end up on my little plate. Being as she is a very tiny Chinese Grandmother, I complied. If I have learned nothing in my forty-one years on this planet it is that you do not argue with tiny Chinese Grandmothers. Ever. You will lose. Badly. I ate what I was told to eat and that included my veggies. (I also bought the purse and hat she told me to buy...seriously, this woman is a force of nature!) It was a great way to pass an afternoon.

But the bestest of the best part of the day was waiting in my mailbox when I arrived home. I recently won a comment contest sponsored by the charming proprietress of The Weaving Inn. This win happened to coincide with two rather significant events: the beginning of my love affair with "good" sock yarn and the demise of my rack and pinion thingies in my truck. Needless to say, I was thrilled to be a winner! April, upon learning of my newfound love and the distress caused by my vehicular tragedy, upped the ante a little bit. She not only sent me a skein of sock yarn for my win, but actually put together a sort of "welcome to the club" kit including two skeins of gorgeous yarn, size 2 dpns, cards, a magnet, patterns and a post card which assures me the company of inflatable farm animals in the event that sock knitting does not prove to be distraction enough. I am overwhelmed!!!

Glowy eyed attack cat is awake and on duty! Beware...

All in all, This Sheep is feelin' the love today!!! Tonight I shall savor the lingering taste of mango curry on my palate while wearing my new hat and fondling sock yarns. There will be humming and reading aloud from patterns. There will be measuring of feet.

And, now we all understand why The Sheep spends so much time away from the public...

SA