Ogunquit or Bust

Is it the weekend yet? So close we're so close! For Memorial Day Weekend we're going to Ogunquit ME, and my sweet Kitty and her boyfriend will be joining us from NYC.

Do you know how huge this is? Do you know how many vacations Kitty and I have planned together over the years that ultimately never happened? How many tears I've wept? And do you know how many times it was her fault? (All of them.) I should really start calling her Kitty McFlakesters.

I had put money down that she would back out of this trip (like she did with our most recently defunct plans for Napa Valley this past spring), but to my amazement she has done the complete opposite and already purchased train tickets to Boston. But that's not even the best part! The best part is she put together a Powerpoint presentation of things we'll do. Powerpoint! There were all sorts of matrices and grids and charts. Clearly the girl needs more free time on her hands like I need more sock yarn.

To kick things off, we're having dinner at Arrows the first night. The 2001 issue of Gourmet mag rates it #25 on its list of best restaurants in America. La! But after that we'll be cooking in - the place we're staying has a full kitchen - trying some things we've never cooked before...

Kitty: We will COOK like little MONKEYS.

Me: Maybe I'll bring a big big pot in case. To put live LOBSTERS in.

Kitty: I've never cooked a lobster Cat. I'm scared.

Me: Neither have I!! So we need to look up how before we go. Mm...I may not be able to do it. So cruel. My mom boiled live crabs while I was home and it was sad. Delicious, but sad.

Kitty: I was at the fish store last sunday and there was a girl who worked there who was laughing about a lobster that she poked in the back of the head the way you're supposed to to kill it and it kept MOVING for like HALF an HOUR. She was like, Ha ha ha what a crazy lobster.

Me: Maybe we'll just do clams.

Kitty: Mussels and shimp and clams.

Me: If we can't cook the lobsters though, I'm having trouble picturing the guys being able to. We're all wussies.

Kitty: I think Tomcat would do it. I'll ask him.

Me: I picture us dropping the lobsters and screaming.

Kitty: And them grabbing our faces with their claws (bring the OLD BAY). Latching onto our arms and lips.

Me: ooo la this is going to be GREAT.

Kitty: By the way I can't eat really big shrimp.

Me: Hahah what?

Kitty: Because they're too BUG like.

Me: Hahaha WTF.

Kitty: The BIG ONES.

Me: You're an idiot.

Kitty: You bite into their BIG BUGGY flesh.

Me: BUGGY FLESH you are so stupid.

Please don't rain.

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Needle Case by Mom

Folds in half lengthwise, then in thirds widthwise.
Four 4-inch wide pockets, and four 2-inch wide pockets.
100% cotton fabrics and ribbons on sale at Hancock.
Total price: $3, maybe? Awesome.

Behind the Scenes: Mom prototyping on a piece of newspaper. Everyone wants to help.

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A Mouse in the House

A couple nights ago I was relaxing on my parents' bed, watching TV and knitting (another) Pomatomus sock, with Mouse the cat alongside keeping me company. Every now and then I'd stop to show her my sock progress and she seemed duly impressed.

"Cool huh, Mouse? Don't you wish you could knit?"

Then I left to go to the bathroom.

"I gave it a whirl while you were gone. Bored now."

I was gone for maybe two minutes.

So disrespectful.

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Happy fun time

We're having a jolly time here in the South. After a weekend with the parents, Duck and I headed to Savannah for a couple of days, then to Jekyll Island, then to Okefenokee Swamp, and then we got tired of driving around and headed back to Atlanta a few days early. I meant to update here more regularly but am trying to make headway in my very neglected photo album. So far I've only pics up of our trip to Jekyll - take a peek.

This past Friday for Cinqo de Mayo we headed with my high school peeps to some bar in Buckhead for some Mexican food, but all they were serving were drinks. Margaritas all night + no food all night = Tim puking out the car window on the way home. Ha ha ha! This is funny really only to me because in all the years of partying, I have never ever once seen him lose equilibrium even slightly, while he has seen me more than I would like to admit. And always with a gleeful, self-satisfied glint in his eyes. So yes I was rather enjoying myself watching him sick out the front seat, even though the mess came back and splattered my side of the window. I have pictures of this too but you probably don't want to see it.

Happy Cinqo de Mayo!

The night ended with a late late dinner at Waffle House, a greasy sort of joint that you'd only voluntarily step foot in if you were 1) a truck driver, 2) really stoned, 3) really drunk. Hashbrowns smothered in cheese at 1 in the morning never tasted so good.

Ah yes, we are all in - or approaching - our 30's. The fun never ends.

There has been some knitting. Some. Mostly the only person getting any quality play time with yarn is the cat. Mouse loves to play with yarn. And rabbits too. She brought one home the other day, much to my mother's displeasure. She's really sprightly for a middle-aged cat.

"Did you know I crochet too? Claws make for great hooks. As do incisors."

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