This morning I spent some time working on my election socks. The last time I tried to knit election socks was way back in 2008. (I haven’t yet finished my 2008 socks, but I do remember how happy I felt when Michelle Obama’s 2009 inaugural parade dress matched my unfinished socks perfectly.) Anyway, the fact that I’ve turned the heel on the first midterm sock is huge.
I asked my new Ouija socks if my mary janes are broken in enough for a bloodless public outing. They said, “Yes. Goodbye.”
Jeff and I will be celebrating our 17th anniversary on Saturday, but because we’ll be celebrating it in two different states, we decided to do a family dinner this evening. Just so you know, I ate my weight in grilled pineapple and right now my stomach hurts more than the backs of my (bloodless!) ankles. I call that a win. (I call most things a win. Glass half full and all that jazz.)