Mixed Nuts

Frederick (animatronic skeleton) is almost done. The mechanism that moves his head around is done, and the cauldron-stirring mechanism is done, but hasn't been tested with a creepy-looking stick yet. I need to dress him, but I'm not quite sure what to do...I bought some brown burlap that I intend to shred up a bit and line with black tulle so you can't see through it for a creepy cloak-like thingy. I think I need to go back to Hobby Lobby to get some plain black fabric to use to cover his front. The trick will be making it look real without impeding the motion of the arms or head.

I finished my green sweater! I haven't washed and blocked it yet, so no picture, but I'll get it done eventually. Here's the thing...I'm not sure I like the waist, and I'm tempted to rip it out and redo it. I think I'll bring it to knit night and ask the ladies what they think.

I'm back to working seven hours a day again! I am ECSTATIC about this.

There's a pattern trending called the Beekeeper's Quilt, and it's knit out of tiny little hexagonal units called "hexipuffs" (YES, IT'S THAT CUTE). My knitting group has decided we're all going to knit some and put them all together to make a quilt and then donate it.

Since I've finished my sweater (unless I decide to change it...), I've pulled out my pink/red/purple Babette blanket again. I'll make another quarter of it before I start any new projects (hexipuffs excluded, since that's a group project).

I made a tuna sandwich the other night. Don't ask me why; I usually don't care for tuna. I just got this weird craving (and no, I'm not pregnant. I'm just a weirdie.). In order to make it tastier, I added Ranch dressing seasoning into the mix, and HOLY YUM THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA. Do it. Do it now.

Kwiddens: Do you ever look in the mirror and think "I look hideous"?
Me: All day long.
Kwiddens: I effing hate it. I feel like Helga. Pronounced with a phlegm.

I snapped at Scott yesterday without even realizing it, and I hurt his feelings, and I didn't mean to, and I felt so bad I started crying (although to be honest, that wasn't the only thing I was crying about), but Scott reassured me (while I apologized profusely), saying "Even if all you ever did was snap at me, I'd still love you, and I'd still have it better than 99% of guys out there." Because he's an angel.

I'm craving ice cream AGAIN. And the other day I was craving fried chicken, which is something I've never had a craving for before (except directly following Popeye's commercials).

Damn. Now I want Popeye's. The only one around here is on the Air Force base, though, so I'd have to convince my friend with a husband in the Air Force to go get it for me...