PK's "morning to herself"

This was actually last Friday, the 16th. Oh, and I meant to thank all of you who wished me a happy birthday. It will be considered one of the better birthdays in recent memory, not because anything particularly stellar happened, but mostly because nothing particularly crappy did either.

I ask you, is this the face of a 38-year-old woman?



Wanna see what R got me? Look by my ear.


See it? It's one of those Bluetooth things so I can walk around talking to myself in public, as I usually do, without getting carted away in a straitjacket. I swore I'd never want one or need one, but I gotta say, it's a fuckload of fun walking around with it in my ear, looking like a pretentious asshole.

Now, of course all of you know that there's really no such thing as a morning to yourself when you're a mom, right? Good.

My first task of the day was to replace the foam in these cushions, from the sofa in my basement.



Yeah, I know they're fugly, but this sofa's been with us a long time, and it had been living a life of quiet desperation until we got that big ass righteous 47" TV with the Blueray player and bitchin sound system and Xbox 360. The sofa's starting to see a lot more action, now that the basement's finally a cool place to be, so I thought I'd better get the cushions done before the Super Bowl.

Actually, the first task of ANY day is selecting a CD.



Then I headed to Custom Foam.



And just as a testimonial, this is the best place to go if you don't want to replace your whole sofa. The guy who runs it is cool, and I got them done in about an hour.

During that hour, I drove past Jon Hamm's high school
(just for you, Pam!)



to the Galleria, where I saw this sign at Sephora,



but I'm Lush-loyal.



And then... KNITORIOUS! Wheeeee!!!



If you just said "Ooooh... that's Noro!" in your head, I love you.

It was but a brief visit. Had to focus. Not much time to browse leisurely, but still, to be surrounded by color and texture, like what I imagine being in the middle of a Van Gogh painting might feel like. Plus, there's that subtle, just-below-the-surface insanity that's inside many of us knitters; at least the ones I know. I say this in love, counting myself among you.

Malabrigo in the Snow Bird colorway is absolutely lovely knit up. I've been on a hat-making kick recently.

Before my morning ended, I also stopped by Target to pay off the credit card used to purchase the aforementioned big ass TV.
See, it's not all about me! Then the kids and I played Rock Band 2 all afternoon.

I'm going to have to get video of Tito singing Eye of the Tiger.
It's fuckin HILARIOUS.