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Yay knitting!
Feb. 15th, 2005 12:20 amI got my knitting book today from Overstock.Com. That gives me tomorrow to read through it and pick a project or two to work on and then Wednesday, I can go and pick out the yarn and needles for my projects, as well as a small ball of practise yarn. I am all sorts of excited! It almost makes up for the shitty earlier part of the day.
But enough about that. Onto the Valentine's Day booty. My mum got us cards (one with a chocolate lipped cow for Steven and a sentimental one for me), a box of Russell Stovers, and $25 for us to go on a date or something. We actually weren't going to go out, but after the grill incident, neither of us felt like cooking much. So, we're cool, we went to Tennessee's BBQ. Unfortunately, it wasn't as good as it usually is. After that, we went to the mall to fetch Elliott's sweater, which had sort of slipped our minds after he broke out in hives near his eye.
We puttered around, I picked up a Tutti Dolce lippie because they were only $5 instead of $10, a cherry blossom hand creme, and my Burt's Bees lippie. Saw the Ex talking to a friend of ours, but we obviously didn't bother stopping. Besides, I don't really want to be within 100 yards of him. I guess Laura almost hit him the other day on accident because he ran out in front of her.
Speaking of, Laura came over for a while today and she's my valentine this year. She brought me cherry blossom tea and I have her my Imitrex that I'm allergic to. It was nice to see a real live person, other than the one I live with. Yay!
Anyhow, despite Steven's dislike of the holiday, he's been getting me little things for about the last two weeks. So, from him, I received a pair of flying Cupid piggy socks, a chocolate rose, a red heart balloon, a really niiiiice massage, and happy, happy sex. I'm not going to totally elaborate on the varieties, but that was definitely the high point of today. Well, that and the back massage. I swear to god, you know you're getting old when a massage ranks up there with sex.
Oh, and I have computer sheepies. If anyone wants them, let me know and I'll email you the programme.
But enough about that. Onto the Valentine's Day booty. My mum got us cards (one with a chocolate lipped cow for Steven and a sentimental one for me), a box of Russell Stovers, and $25 for us to go on a date or something. We actually weren't going to go out, but after the grill incident, neither of us felt like cooking much. So, we're cool, we went to Tennessee's BBQ. Unfortunately, it wasn't as good as it usually is. After that, we went to the mall to fetch Elliott's sweater, which had sort of slipped our minds after he broke out in hives near his eye.
( Brief Interlude )
We puttered around, I picked up a Tutti Dolce lippie because they were only $5 instead of $10, a cherry blossom hand creme, and my Burt's Bees lippie. Saw the Ex talking to a friend of ours, but we obviously didn't bother stopping. Besides, I don't really want to be within 100 yards of him. I guess Laura almost hit him the other day on accident because he ran out in front of her.
Speaking of, Laura came over for a while today and she's my valentine this year. She brought me cherry blossom tea and I have her my Imitrex that I'm allergic to. It was nice to see a real live person, other than the one I live with. Yay!
Anyhow, despite Steven's dislike of the holiday, he's been getting me little things for about the last two weeks. So, from him, I received a pair of flying Cupid piggy socks, a chocolate rose, a red heart balloon, a really niiiiice massage, and happy, happy sex. I'm not going to totally elaborate on the varieties, but that was definitely the high point of today. Well, that and the back massage. I swear to god, you know you're getting old when a massage ranks up there with sex.
Oh, and I have computer sheepies. If anyone wants them, let me know and I'll email you the programme.
