good morning, chickens. just me. no stormageddon. weird, huh.

i feel like amanda palmer in this pic except i’m wearing clothes. i’m only posting because it’s hilarious.

the only time i drink coffee is when it’s iced.

if you like murder mysteries you should check out the In Death series by J.D. Robb. Set in the future. Bad ass female hero. Plus there’s like 40 of them, so loads to read.

the cleanest this bathroom has been in an embarrassingly long time.

spontaneous trip to hastings.

i absolutely was not going to go to hastings for the Plucky Pop-Up shop to spend money i most definitely did not need to spend. but then the belt broke on the John Deere, and the only store that had a replacement just happened to be in hastings. so there i was. in my defense, who knows when there will be another Plucky Pop-Up, if ever. and i did buy the cheapest base they had.

so. much. delicious. yarn.

yarn, with husband, abstracted.

the colorway is Pure Michigan. that made me happy. 

terrifying sculpture in downtown hastings.

i don’t want to live my life again … 

bagawk

the garden is sprouting nicely. 

the squidlets came home and i somehow did not take any more photos. in fact, i shot significantly fewer photos all day than i normally do. i just kept forgetting. 

sweet dreams, chickens.

supernatural, knitting

still knitting. one dishcloth down, one to go.

some pizza sometime

dragging my family to a viking encampment that was a little on the disappointing side and that is why my family never wants to do anything with me

tools

everybody’s favorite tent – the weapons

chain mail is heavy

the teenager refused to participate, even though she is literally named for a valkyrie (her middle name). she refused to let me take her picture all day.

i worked at this library when i was in high school, except back then it was less than half the size and in a different location. still my favorite job ever.

my gran

“i can wear your cow hat?”

shooting some finished knits.

editing, diet dr. pepper, knitting

evidently next week is teacher appreciation week. every day has a different theme. monday is “homemade,” so friday i ran up and got some dishcloth cotton so i could whip up a couple of dishcloths for Stormageddon’s teacher. but only because i like her.

stormageddon’s sprouts

and then my dinner, which was tasty, disagreed with my stomach, and there was vomit.

but all that green is making my soul happy.

and this zen

and this shirt, which i still think i need on a poster for my office. and may also be the best shirt ever.

honestly. how does this mirror get so dirty?

he was making a face, but i can’t remember why. probably zombie related.

good stuff. i think.

yep. it’s zombies.

look at these awesome zombies. and also this chalk. sister.

sort of a semi-hit with the baskets i guess. i dunno. i hate easter.

i’m glad he showed up, cos my arm was getting tired.

early easter pizza lunch preparations.

chocolate peanut butter squares. like reese’s but better.

squeezing in some time on this sweater before we go to dinner.

going to dinner.

my ami’s (aunt marie’s) house has tinker toys.

she was actively shoving me so i couldn’t take her picture.

damn hell easter dinner bathroom. don’t let my face fool you. i love these people.

eggs. and marie’s gorgeous bamboo floors.

easter wall.

the Mister. possibly feeling a little ax murdery. who can say, really?

what random photo day would be complete without a shot of my tea?

this tiny dinosaur props up my phone so i can read while i knit. proof that literally everything is better with tiny dinosaurs.

mom? you sing a scooby doo song?

sweet dreams, chickens.