Memorial Day

Sitting on a rock
Originally uploaded by sonnetstitches

I'm back from my five-day stint south of the (state) border. The lacy ruffled wrap was delivered to much excitement from the graduate, who also sang like an angel and delivered a valedictorian speech that rhymed.

Cheeky executed her two-at-once sock intro like a pro and was almost to the gussets by the time we came home. We saw Narnia with my cousins and I did the 3-mile track in record time yesterday with Marissa, and in not-so-record but still fun time with my mom, aunt, and uncle. I also did a respectable hill in the mud on Friday morning, considering I was extremely tempted to stay in bed. I also, however, helped my husband demolish a vegetarian superspecial (the topping combinations are at the discretion of the cook and different on every slice) at my favorite pizza place back home, so it's doubtful that the exercise did much good.

The highlight of my weekend was visiting our former city of residence and spending the day with friends. We saw a new baby (gorgeous), heard glowing tales of happiness with a new career (exciting), and laughed ourselves dizzy (if you don't believe me, look at my crossed eyes in all the pictures) with some people I would see more than once a year if life were fair.

In keeping with my rule: No pictures of people who don't read this blog will appear in this blog. So, you'll just have to take my word for it unless you see me in person, but I have some good shots of Hippie Bikerville where we were running around acting like little kids. I'll post the people-free ones this week. The one above is a teaser. We are making those faces because, just out of frame, one of our friends is brandishing a big stick at us.

That's all I'm going to say - I feel just as self-conscious going on and on about how much I adore people who are outside of the community for which this blog is written as I do trying to explain how much I like YOU people to my friends who don't knit.

Anyway... back. Well-rested and in good humor. Expect (gasp, shock) that I may turn up at UFO night tomorrow after the gym for once.