Insert Dopey Grin Here

The original plan for today's post was a lengthy rant on the subject of the Project Runway finale. While I remain ready to "let rip," it occurred to me that some folks may not have caught it yet. I will give you all a minute to "TiVo up" and then I will share my opinion. It is a good rant, full of pithy observations and social commentary. Look me up over the weekend. Methinks you'll enjoy.

I then got a hankerin' to go into the trials of my day today. I was going to moan about having to get yet another chest x-ray at 8:15 in the morning and how they've gotten so repetitious that I'm not even intimidated by the potential findings anymore. I was then privileged to experience two hours in the doctor's office. There is now a yard and a half of skin that is no longer on my torso courtesy of a biopsy that ended up being a bit more "aggressive" than originally planned. While I exaggerate about the amount, I'm still bleeding so I feel somewhat entitled. But she didn't weigh me and that was my true worry so I suppose that everything is still operating in the "credit" column at this point. And I no longer have to contemplate removing a limb to get rid of those extra ten pounds. They are currently on their way to the lab as samples.

But, here's the thing: an evening where you get to stay up an hour later to watch TV and a day of medical appointments adds up to a heck of a lot of knitting time. By the time I left Dr. Slice-Alot's office I had finished a Sock Of Immense Proportions. And given that I already had one at home in the "finished" basket that means:

We have a pair!

These little beauties (and I use the word "little"somewhat loosely here) are brought to you in their entirety by the generous April. She gifted me with a prize a while back that included not only the yarn, but the needles upon which they were knit. Picture me on the next snow-day, home from school and having just come in from digging out my car. I'll be singing the "April Is The Greatest" song as I slip on my soft, warm and super cuddly socks.

So despite a few glitches like bleeding, wondering whether I will be able to wear my usual support-giving underpinnings tomorrow or if I will just have to risk scarring a few pre-teen boys for life, I'm just too full of the "happy" to be bothered.

Is there anything better than a new pair of handknit socks?

SA