Why my house looks like a rat's nest

Now come on

Now, I loves me some Shaun the Sheep, but come on, did we really need this?

from http://www.mandco.com/Nightwear+Underwear/Shaun-the-sheep-bra/invt/7815476pink?source=116_45 , in case anyone wants one. And they're on sale, too!

But it sounded like such a good idea at the time

We've got lots of jam to use up, so I decided to make a jelly roll. I'm not sure exactly how it happened, since this it the first time I've ever attempted one, but the thing turned out beautifully - behold, the perfect jelly roll!

Well, it's perfect as long as you don't actually taste it. I'm not sure which ingredient is to blame, but this thing smells and tastes like wet dog hair. It's actually bad enough that Jason (who doesn't care for jelly-filled things to begin with) won't even taste it. I don't know if my eggs were slightly off, or the vanilla is bad, or what, but Jesus H. Christ, this thing is awful.

But very, very pretty.

Hey nonny nonny

Is it just me, or does this hat make me look like I should be strumming a lute at a Renaissance festival?

Maybe if I just walk around backwards all day, the incredible awesomeness that is the Fair Isle pattern on the back will stun people into not noticing how troubadour-riffic it looks from the front ...

No? Damn, I didn't think so.

Oh, hai! Are you sure you're not just some figment of my fever-addled consciousness?

• Average temperature of the female foreheads in our household: 101.2
• Chance that I'm going to get off the couch to cook dinner: 0
• Chance that my husband is going to stop at Manhattan Deli West [(440) 734-8500] and buy me a vat of chicken noodle soup for dinner: 100%
• With extra oyster crackers: 100%
• Number of times I'm going to have to fast-forward The Princess Bride before he gets home: >5
• Chance that we'll make it all the way through the movie without her losing it or falling asleep: <25%
• Amount that I give a shit about whether she loses it because dammit I'm sick and I want to watch a movie: 0%

So, how's your day going?

Amen

And lo, the Great Goddess of Plumbing Repair did smile down upon her, prophesying:

"The problem shall be in an easily-accessible place, one which does not require the help of a Plumber on a National Holiday. The disassembly shall not require any tools thou dost not already possess. The fountain of fetid water that gushes forth shall be confined to the catch basin thou preparest for that task, and thou shalt have enough paper towels on hand to clean out the clog without actually touching it, because it is Unclean. The pipe shall go back together easily, and thou shalt not take My Name in vain, not even once. And so the water shall run freely down the drain, as the Great River winds itself to the Sea. So I have seen, and so it shall be."

Ooooh, more pretty yarn

A tiny, tiny* scarflette made with leftover sock yarn (Twisted Fiber Art's Kabam in the discontinued Octarine colorway, if memory serves). I may never wear this, but it's lots of fun to look at. Maybe I'll just hang it on the wall in my office ...

*Seriously. It's 22" long. I can get it around my neck and overlap it enough to pin it together, but that's it. Maybe I should frog that extra sock and add on to the scarf ...

Again with the river

We went down to the river last week, where we saw an old friend:

... and found some (very) new ones:

We were lucky enough to actually see one of the frogs this time:

... and to catch the waterlilies in bloom.

The fact that it was nice and cool and green didn't hurt, either.