Let's get those bullet points up and running before the whole night gets away from me:
*I finished one mitten.
*Still need to weave in the ends.
*Mittens shouldn't have so many ends.
*These are not fair isle mittens.
*Regular mittens. Why all the ends???
*Also need to do magical things to the thumb. The thumb did what thumbs always do.
*It went awry.
*It's always something with thumbs.
*It's always "thumb-thing" with thumbs...
*I felt the need to write that out loud. Why, I don't know.
*I thought it would sound better than it actually read...
*I was discussing Very Important Life Decisions with The Cheerful Teaching Assistant today.
*Kids were off enjoying their gym class.
*Overtones fairly dripping with import.
*Then I looked out the window and said, "Oh for crying out loud! It's snowing again!!!"
*Pithy Life Discussions don't stand a chance when more stupid snow starts falling.
*I lied. I didn't say, "for crying out loud."
*What I said was actually worse than that.
*Kids out of the room.
*Still...not the sort of thing you like to admit.
*Closer to Friday.
*I have no plans for the weekend.
*Should pencil in some time to knit a second mitten.
*I'm thinking that I'll do one without a thumb.
*One thumbed mitten is enough, don't you think?
*People who receive handknit mittens as a gift shouldn't get all judgemental about them.
*It would be impolite to question my thumb decisions.
*That's just good manners.
*Seriously. I'll do anything to not have to knit another thumb.
*Even weaving in all those ends that shouldn't be there on a simple mitten is better than knitting a thumb.
*Of course, I need the ends near the thumb so I can stitch up the stupid holes.
*Karmic. Sort of...
*When the Cheerful Teaching Assistant arrived to start her shift today, I was glad to see her.
*I needed someone to watch the kids so I could go to the bathroom.
*And I said so.
*The Great Debater, who was working diligently at his laptop, looked up and said as only a 14 year old boy can, "Um...thanks for sharing."
*Teenage boys do not understand or sympathize with the fickle nature of the middle age bladder.
*In fact, they will roll their eyes and make the owner of said bladder feel rather decrepit.
*I'd have spoken up in defense of the trembling bladder except I didn't really have time for that sort of thing.
*Two cups of coffee...
*I'm not knitting mittens for that kid. Not even the thumbless kind.
And that's the news from here. At least the stuff that's fit to print. And a little of the stuff that's not exactly fit to print but which sometimes slips through anyway. I must now head off to stare at a finished mitten and make up some excuses for not dealing with the thumb. That should take up a good part of my evening and then it's off to bed. I need my rest.
There's still another mitten left to go and I'm pretty sure I'm going to end up knitting a thumb.