In just 5 short days, I will have new yarn to fondle. Beautiful, wonderful, soft, squishy, vibrant, delicious yarn.
Just mere moments ago, I received the most wonderful tweet ever:
Unf. I just died. Died of love and happiness. Are those not going to make the most badass HH pants EVER? Hot damn I love Dyeabolical (and guess what? The shop is being updated *right now* – including some wonderful Strong Arm Sock in the same colorway. Get it while it’s cozywarm!)
But it’s not quite over yet. Because even if the wonderful package arrives before 6/1, I WILL NOT TOUCH IT. I mean, I’ll bring it in the house and set it on the coffee table and stare at it, but I promise you I will not open it. This I solemnly swear.
This was me, at work, on Wednesday. Double-fisting the good stuff:
(No, I don’t have giant hands. One of those is just a dinky little 7.5 oz can that they have at work events. WHY? I mean, what’s the point of 7.5 oz of Diet Coke? 0 calories in 7.5 oz is still 0 calories in 12. So, to indicate my protest, I always take like 3. Fight the power!)
Oh yeah, that’s the goodness.
Because I’m hardcore:
And because I’m not *that* hardcore:
In other news, I love that no one in my office questioned this behavior. I don’t know if that says more about me, or the people around me…
In other OTHER news, notice those beautiful flowers in my window?
Is there anything better than getting flowers at work? Especially when I get to go pick them up from the reception desk, which means that everyone who walked by the reception desk saw the flowers with my name and saw that I am loved (for some reason I *still* haven’t quite figured out). Especially when that means I get to carry them from reception to my office, and everyone sees me carrying flowers. Especially when they get to live in my window, so every time someone comes by I get to say “Oh those? They’re from my husband. It’s our fourth anniversary.” And then I get to feel special. Just a bit.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go grab a Diet Coke and wait for the next 5 days to pass.
PS>Yes, that’s my work yarn in the background of the flower photo. It’s always there, just in case a knitting emergency arises. And it’s somber grey cotton – very utilitarian and work appropriate, yes?