Titties n Beer, Nipples n Cheesecake
Tuesday, Nov. 13, 2007 at 12:58 p.m.
On This Day in 1986: Ronald Reagan tells television audiences: "We have not -- I repeat, did not -- trade weapons or anything else for hostages, nor will we ever."
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Oh, make it stop!
So I’ve been getting some emails regarding the yarn banner and the little picture of the same yarn with the plea of “Help Me Find This Yarn” even though I never did explain why . . . Remember this sweater?
Well, at the time, I had the yarn, which happens to be Gerifil Spaghetti color 1062, on order from one of my favorite online yarn shops, and then I got an email saying that the yarn was:
Discontinued with no hope of getting it ever again because it was the very last of a previous season’s yarns and they scoured the warehouse looking for even a scrap which could not be found!
AAAAUUUUGGGGHHH!!!!!
So then, I thought, well, Google is my friend.
Can you believe that the best I could do at the time was to find that the one other American distributor can’t get it anymore? For the very same aforementioned reason??
My only other alternative at the time was exactly 6 skeins on ebay from Australia, which of course, I paid through the nose for, which isn’t anywhere near enough, because the skeins have about 6 feet of yarn on them (no they don’t, but it sure seems that way when you’re knitting tiny stitches on toothpicks for hours and hours and hours) . . .
And so I thought I was SOL. FUBAR. FUBAPHORAMEM, even.
And then . . . !
I said to myself, “Self, you have many friends on Diaryland. And they live all over. They can help!!”
So, hence the banner and the button.
However . . . !
I have a bid on 12 skeins of Gerifil Spaghetti color 1062 Yarn on . . . ebay! Which ends in 5 hours. I’m the only bidder so far. Please hold your thumbs for me. PLEASE DON’T BID ON IT BECAUSE YOU’LL JUST OUTBID ME AND DRIVE THE PRICE UP AND I’LL BE EVEN MORE UNHAPPY.
And I am a little unhappy, because my tummy incision is all itchy and all the muscles ache and I wasn’t able to go play with Poola and Rosie and Chaos in Tombstone even though they were just 3-ish hours away, because of my tummy surgery, and I was so pouty all weekend, having to read about all their fun, while I sat in my recliner with a heating pad on my lower tummy while trying to ignore the urge to claw myself open to relive that itch.
However, in good news, I may win my yarn so I can finish that pretty sweater.
Oh yeah, and I’m able to boff the Hubster again.
That makes both the Hubster and the Valkyrie really happy.