I had my first Trump nightmare, trying to take a nap this afternoon. He was staying overnight in my parents’ old house in Oklahoma (?), and I tried to sleep on the couch because I didn’t feel safe in the room next to him. In the middle of the night, I went into my room to get something and he followed me in. He was super creepy and suggestive, and I was able to slip past him into the bathroom. Somehow he got past the locked door and started trying to rape me, wielding a weird leaf-shaped swordlike weapon. I was able to distract him by asking him questions about it, and managed to get a giant pointy stick of my own, but when I tried to stab him in his flabby crotch he just laughed.
Suspecting this is the first in a series.
She’s my quickest student so far. I only had to sit next to her for two rows of garter before she was comfortable trying on her own. Must remember in future to teach more people familiar with tying knots.
Some of you guys may remember this armoire from back in the day. It used to house my yarn stash. I went from a little basket by the couch, to a large basket, to this armoire, to the big Kallax-esque cube shelf it lives in today. I remember when I moved everything in here, I never ever thought I’d fill it up. I had enough yarn to half fill the top, with notions and needles on the upper shelf, books and WIPs in the bottom.
Ah. Such innocence.
Although…now that I think about it…does this mean Michael’s board game collection is destined to follow the same trajectory? Ooof, I hope not.