EEP! WNBP!

I just said, "EEP!" That's because I suddenly realized that it is later than I thought. And that it is Wednesday, not Tuesday. Short work weeks will do that to you. It's a nice surprise, but still a little disconcerting.

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.

*Thumb-thing"

*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.

*Deep discussion.

*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.

*More snow.

*It's Wednesday.

*That helps.

*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.

*Thumb=Dumb.

*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.

*EEP!!!

*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.

SA