LET'S FILE THIS UNDER THE "SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME" CATEGORY, SHALL WE?

Aunt Chrissy needed me to run a quick errand over to her homestead this morning (a full 7/10th of a mile away), so I popped myself into Dottie Van Buskirk and away I went...pajamas and all. When I opened the door to her kitchen, my little baby puppy tot nephew, Bosco was there to greet me with his wiggly little heiney and his big brown eyes, and, being the sap and tender hearted fool that I am, I bundled him into the car for a Day At Aunt CJ's.

(You'll note that I called Aunt Chrissy for proper permission and made sure that the little guy had his Starbucks Visa card in his little wallet before taking off. On went the harness (for safety in the car seat, don't you know), out went the two of us for a quick bit of adventure.

We made our usual stops...the McDonald's drive through for a Happy Meal (Bosco gets a bite of cheeseburger the approximate size of my thumb nail), and then on to Starbucks for our usual...a Venti latte with and extra shot, low foam, and one packet of Splenda, if you please.

I used to go over to Aunt Chrissy's every Wednesday to get the little guy, and he and I would make this little trip as a means to a) bond together as only nephew and auntie can, and b) to give me an hour or so away from you-know-who. We enjoyed this immensely, but one day when we were all in the car together, Bosco started to go completely batshit crazy when we passed the little shopping plaza that houses the Starbucks, so that was the end of that. After a tearful confession that I had corrupted the little guy with cheeseburgers and caffeine, I was given a stern lecture by my sister about weight control and the fact that little Mr. Bosco had "weight issues" and needed to slim down.

What can I say? I just thought that both he and I were pleasantly portly together and that this would be a source of closeness that would carry us through to the college years. (Sigh.)

(You will note, however, that Bosco is, in fact, not at all portly and I don't think a little cheeseburger ever hurt anybody):

How does he do it? Every year, he seems to magically lose his "winter weight" just in time for swimsuit season:

So this brings me to today, when I seem to have lost my damn mind and decided that the boys needed some time together and that I just wanted to be able to come into the 'puter room to blog and play around without having to stop every ten minutes to change a sentence that doesn't pass the Little Lord Fauntleroy School of Proper Grammar and Writing test. (In other words...I figured that Bosco could serve as a little occupational distraction for the day and that I might get some peace and freakin' quiet.)

So far we've managed to knock over two (TWO!) potted plants, we've peed on the ottoman (Stewey, of course), we've pooped in the dining room (that would be Bosco), there has been growling and snarling and snapping and biting (both of them), and a whole lot of ("He played with my toy!" "He won't let me stand in front of the window!" "He's taking up all of the sun!" "Mo-ther. What's HE doing here?!"

I'm ready to head for the medicine cabinet and call it a day.

I made some pretty good progress on Rainforest Crunch last night and am, quite frankly, completely amazed that the colors are looking this cool. Believe me when I tell you that I didn't agonize over the selection or think about color theory or wonder if this would go with that. I just opened up Ye' Old Thread Drawers up in the studio and pulled things that caught my eye. (Did I mention that it was a dark and dreary day and that I apparently was looking for "cheery?").

(Oh, and thanks for pointing out my big fat Freudian....the fiber is indeed Silk & IVORY and NOT Silk & Ovary. Silly, silly spinster.)

Here's hoping that your Tuesday is a LOT quieter than mine! Woo Hoo!