At Last, Some Knitting Content
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That's The Way The Cookie Crumbles

All the boxes of Girl Scout cookies are labeled "Do Not Drop." Ha. Hahaha.  Yeah. Right.

Oh, my. I am soooooo sick of cookies right now!

We had the booth sale last night, and then another this morning, and the third this evening. Chloë and I participated in all of them. I'm wiped!

Thankfully, I had a lot more energy today than I have had lately. But it was also freezing out, so I had to keep tap dancing to warm up during the sales. Brrr!

Between sales, Chloë went to that birthday party after all. The mother picked her up, thank GOD, and brought her home again, so I didn't have to drive all the way out to Portsmouth and back. Good thing, because I had to do all the math and stuff after the morning sale, and recalculate everything to get ready for the evening one.  I guess she had a good time; she wasn't too talkative about it afterward. We gave her a Webkinz; is there anything else?

I didn't really take a nap, and neither did Sophia, but we cuddled up on the couch and watched Noggin for an hour. That was nice.  I was so cold, and she was and always has been a heater baby. I warmed my hands on her belly, under the blanket. She just thought Mama was holding her because she loves her; little did she know I was using her for her body heat!

Really not much to tell, although I do want to say that my daily partaking of Taco Bell pintos & cheese is sanctioned by my nutritionist! Not to worry, it's all good... ;)

I'm going to wind a hank of fancy yarn into a nice cake, and then start knitting a baby kimono. Told you it'd be for a wee tot!