Have I mentioned that we’re getting ready for a garage sale? Well, we are, and I am in the midst of gathering and tagging the accumulated crappe from around the house – mostly baby-related crappe, but some of my own as well. And a ton of crappe furniture from the historical days of our single lives. I just know that the moment the sale is over, I will find at least as much crappe again around the house that should have gone in the sale.
I have no idea why garage sales are on Thursdays here in the Twin Cities. I thought it was strange when I moved here more than a decade ago and noticed this bit of cultural trivia. But Thursdays are the main day for garage sales, so that is when we are having ours. Luckily, I’m joining together with one of my awesome neighbors for this crazy thing – using our giant garage and her collection of folding tables. We’ll be sharing a couple beers as well, I’m sure.
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In the mean time, I haven’t gotten so very much knitting done in the last few days – just the heel of one of those black socks and ready to do the heel on the second. The spinning continues, and I need to write an entire post about the spinning, but need to take some pictures. I finished some more yummy yarn.
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Oh, hey! Sock Wars! I finally got my second pair of killer socks sent off on Monday. I came up with some good stuff to include in there, and I hope she likes her package. Unfortunately, I received a package in the mail on Monday afternoon with my own socks-of-death. Worse, they’re not exactly wearable. One of them is much bigger than the other, and both of them are really too big for my feet. I can’t decide whether I want to send them back to have the bigger one re-knit, or whether I should just be glad I’m done with the game. I think it’s going to be the latter. I have other knitting I want to do. I don’t think I’ll be playing this game again next go-round. 
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Oh, a funny kid story. Yesterday morning I woke up at 4:40 a.m. to Sophie standing beside my bed. “I nee go pah-ey” she said. I need to go potty. I groaned, but she is pretty much potty training herself, and I have to encourage it even if it is only three and a half hours into my night’s sleep. I started to roll out of bed and pick her up, and I realized that she had already taken off her pajama bottoms and wet diaper before coming to find me. That little laugh made it almost worth hanging out with my two-year-old in the bathroom before taking her back to bed and trying to sleep for a couple more hours before morning.
Whew! I’m tired. Off to bed. I’ll try to have more interesting things to say tomorrow, time permitting. Let’s hope that the expected thunderstorms come through tonight and tomorrow so that Thursday can be semi-clear and my garage sale will get some traffic. I’ve got to unload this junk!
I got unwearable socks as well…nice yarn but the wrong kind (sport yarn). I didn’t bother sending them back as I’m glad to be “dead” too but I didn’t think it was in the spirit of the game. I’m going to frog them and use the yarn for something else…ciao
can Sophie PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE with a cherry on top send some of those potty-train-yourself vibes AJ’s way?
All the best with the garage sale. I have never had the patience to collect all the junk at once. I just have continual small purgings to charity, relatives (kids clothes & toys) and friends. The local kinder is a very appreciative recipient too. It is neverending though – how do we end up with so much stuff?? (yarn excluded of course)
My Sock War socks are wearable, but if I take my shoes off even my non-knitting friends can see they weren’t knitted by the same people! The gauge is COMPLETELY different and I think someone got the pattern wrong a bit. In any case they are pretty and I too am glad to be dead. Apparently knitting deadlines aren’t great for me. Good luck with the garage sale, that is weird that they do sales on Thursday, it’s always Saturdays here that are the big days.
I am altogether WAY too amused about your wonderful word “crappe” – and I think I just may have to start using it my own self. Makes it ever so posh
I’m sure I wasn’t the first person to invent this when the kids were being potty trained, but the best investment I ever made was an extra mattress cover. I’d put on a cover and a fitted sheet, as one does, and then repeat. That way, when little (wet) one came in at dang o’clock in the morning all I had to do was peel off the wet stuff and at least the bed was ready. I still had to clean up the kid though!