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July 22, 2009 at 8:29 pm · Filed under Family, Jeff ·Tagged , , , ,

That’s the age Jeff will have to live to, if he still wants to consider his life “less than a quarter of the way over.”

That’s my convoluted way of saying…he’s 26 today.

2-6.  Which is more than 2-5,which is what he was yesterday.  And it’s WAYYYYY more than 2-3, which is what I am.  Yeah, I married an older man.  Which I think makes me a trophy wife.  Or something.

He’s the best husband I could ever, ever ask for.

(October 2005, first picture I ever took of him with our first digital camera – the first bit joint purchase)

He’s incredibly sweet…

(A couple summers ago, in our second Kirksville apartment)

Nerdy beyond belief….

(touring a cave in Arkansas, March 2006)

And smart as a whip….

(college graduation, December 2007)

And he’s even got a special look…

…one which I’m very familiar with…

…which says “Katie you’re ridiculous but I love you anyway.”

And you know what? I love him too.  More than anything in the world.

Happy birthday to the very best husband in the entire world! I love you more than a million :-)

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Shock

July 22, 2009 at 9:56 am · Filed under Home, Knitting, Miscellany, life ·Tagged , , , , ,

It’s been silent around here lately, for 3 reasons:

1) Secrecy

2) Laziness

3) Shock

1) I still can’t talk about yet.  That’s the definition of secrecy, you know.  But I CAN say I’m super duper excited about something.  This:

And that’s all I can say.  Which isn’t much, I know.  I can be mysterious at times, no?

2) needs no explanation.  I’ve not been blogging, but I’ve been knitting.  Gail (which I’ve named ‘Miss Havisham’ for reasons that make sense only to me) is coming along quite nicely.

Of course, right now it just looks like a blob – as all babylace does.  But it has potential.

3) is because, for the first time in my life, I am the owner of yarn that’s too nice for me.

That’s my bathrobe-clad arm holding 1 skein of Fiberphile laceweight alpaca/silk/cashmere blend.  You’ll know it’s me because of the clawed-up armchair and dog toys all over the floor.  (any other self-respecting person wouldn’t show that mess)

The yarn was a gift from my mother.  I could never dream of being able to afford such luxury for myself (at least, without selling the cats or something).  It’s too good for me and, for now, too pretty to knit with.  For the past few days I’ve been walking around the house in a daze, yarn on my shoulder, patting it absentmindedly.  This is, I imagine, not unlike having a newborn baby.  Except without the pain and crying and pooping.

But that’s not all….more to come, this afternoon! (Because y’all know, once I start talking I can’t shut up)

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