As soon as Alexandra got sick I fell off the wagon and started drinking my tea with honey in it again. Copious cups of tea, each with a heaping spoonful of honey. I can't say I started eating chocolate again, since I never stopped in the first place. What I can say is my personal chocolate consumption hit an all-time high. Chocolate bars, chocolate cookies, gluten-free chocolate cupcakes, and at one particularly low moment handfuls of chocolate chips straight out of the bag - it really didn't matter, if it was chocolate I ate it.
Oh, but it didn't end there. On the final day, worn down by a week of much worry and little sleep, I stupidly clicked on a link for some knitting project bags that had just arrived at Simply Socks. I was fine, really I was. Right up to the moment I saw the bag with the dachshund print. So what could be so wrong about ordering a project bag for my knitting? Well, maybe this...
|Who could resist a knitting bag with sheep?|
|How could a gardener not fall for this?|
|Everyone loves sock monkeys!|
|This was to make up for the fact Kamloops doesn't allow residents to keep chickens in their backyards.|
|Instead, I keep chickens on my zipper pulls.|
No matter how you look at it I did not need another knitting project bag.
There's only one thing I needed less than a new knitting project bag. And that was the skein of Opal Van Gogh sock yarn I threw into the shopping cart just before hitting the Purchase Now button.