Last Monday wasn’t a lot of fun. I had a rotten optometrist appointment, and then the chicken that Jer tried so hard to save died in the night. It died in it’s box, inside the house, and I heard it’s death throes and it made me feel like crap. Stinky smelly pustular crap.
Because Monday sucked, Tuesday did too. Until I came home. Jer was in a really good mood, or at least put on the face for me, and it totally changed my week. Then our best friends from Bella Coola came for a sleepover on the weekend and it was awesome. Every time we see them we talk about how awesome they are. And how lovely their son is. And how happy we are to be their friends. So even though we lost another chicken on the weekend (and by lost, I don’t mean we took it out of it’s pen and don’t remember where we put it. By lost I mean something else took it out of it’s pen and left a pile of it’s feathers for us to mourn over. We’re pretty sure that someone is a hawk. I like hawks. I don’t like this hawk. I don’t quite dislike it enough to wish stinky smelly pustular death throes on it, but I would love for it to clothesline itself on one of the buntings that we’re hanging in the chicken yard. Stupid hawk.), we had friends to hang out with, and the weekend was totally not sucky, but pretty awesome.
The other non-sucky part of last week was the knitting. I received the million and a half yards I ordered for Barb’s sweater, and I blocked my 2 sweaters and socks. See? I got to wear 3 new knitting projects last week, and I got to cast on 2 others. Plus, I just started watching Buffy. Totally non-sucky.