The Road to Hell is Paved with Good Intentions

Or, Why I Did Not Make it to Stitch-n-Bitch AGAIN

Christ. I just can't catch a break here. I miss my knitting friends. I *need* to hang out, have a cider, and stitch and bitch.

Last week? It took me an hour and a half to get home from the Monkey's school (where she is attending summer camp). It should take 15 minutes, it usually takes a half hour. By the time I got home, I was sooooo wiped out, I just could not summon the strength to get on the road again, knowing full well I'd have to deal with that particular level of hell on earth, parking at the Farmers' Market.

So this week, planning ahead, I convinced the Jman that he could pick up the weeMonkeyGurl. Considering I take her there and bring her home EVERY FRICKIN DAY, he could do it once. That's what I get for reasoning he could pull his weight. He got in a frickin accident. Sunset, man; it's a beeyotch even when you know the road, but there's some sort of tennis tourney at UCLA attracting all sorts of out-of-towners.

He's fine, his jeep is fine, and the person that hit him has insurance, but DAMN. He was too shook up to pick up the Monkey, so of course, I did. And now he's all whining about his neck and being cranky with ME because I'm trying to get him a new car (the jeep is not safe, reliable nor economical, but it was free).

Just can't get good help these days.

On a knitting note, I want to make something for the Camp Director, who is also the Drama teacher/coach/etc. at wee MonkeyGurrl's camp. Does anyone have any suggestions? I made her a funky scarf last year; I'm thinking something unusual, practical, quick to knit, etc. Lemme know what you think.