Monday, January 5, 2009

Work? What is that? And Other Random Thoughts...

We've had quite a bit of time off here at work with the holidays, and here I am back today and trying to (at the very least) appear to be working. Blech. I'd rather be knitting. Well, it's not like anyone else is working around here - the guys are running around shooting each other with the Nerf dart guns, and playing Nerf basketball. Seriously - they have nicknames for each other like "Crash" and "Squirrel". Dignity and maturity are highly overrated around here. They pay me to be here. Seems like a good deal to me.

I wonder if I've gone over the edge? I've never been particularly inclined to be all that domestic, but yesterday I made two beaded lanyards (I haven't found the beads I like for yours yet Darci, but she'a a comin') and almost finished the scarf I started while watching a movie Friday night with Mary and Julie. I'm getting ready to start knitting Julie's hat, too. Maybe I'm sick?!?! Well, sicker than normal?

So I'm sitting on the... uh... throne yesterday, sort of minding my own business. Hah, business. Anyway, Linc runs off with my unmentionables (and why are they on the floor, I ask you? Well, that would be because for the third flipping day in a row I almost put them on inside out, and was determined to wear them the right way for a change), which I suppose aren't unmentionable now that I've mentioned them. Right? Anyway, so I was sitting there screaming out, "DROP IT YOU LITTLE FART", to which he runs back in the bathroom empty handed (uh, mouthed??). I looked at Nick, and said, "Hey, Noodle, go get my panties bud!". Do you know what? He did. He went, got em, and brought them back to me. He even let me have them back. Of course at that point they were all... well... dog slobber, ewwwww.

Evidently we are both desperate for something to do together. This is the dog that doesn't have any sort of fetch experience really, and doesn't know what "get it" or "bring it" means. Poor guy, reduced to fetching undies. He's looking good though - standing squarely again, and pushing off of both hind feet as he should. The doctor says that without an MRI he can't be sure exactly which muscle is injured, but that he feels it's around the hip joint, insertion, and so on (left side). I'm waiting for Nick's rehab program to come over on the fax, but so far I haven't seen it. He's said he wants me to call if I have input, after I look at it. I just want the Noodle to be back sound and healthy.

Yesterday CR put in my garbage disposal, and I'm just pleased as punch to have a nice, free running drain again. I reminded him that in 7 days we will have known each other for 365 days. I'm not so sure that men look at those types of things the same way we do.

I think I'll go home and let Nick go get my undies some more. Maybe I'll KNIT some undies. Maybe I'll knit some beaded undies for him to go get for me. Maybe I'll even knit some beaded undies while drinking malibu rum and pineapple juice. Then again, my recent foray with malibu rum had me drunk emailing Julie. Maybe I'll just stick to scarves.

5 comments:

Darci said...

LMAO! Thanks for the laugh! I needed a pick me up today, and I reckon pickin up me undies was even better! LOL way ta go Nick!
Knitted, beaded undies....LOL could be a trend starter fer sure! Reckon you could get them into Victoria's Secret??

Paula said...

Hee! This whole post made me smile. :)

Robin French said...

You're so silly! :-) Sort of reminds of the time i dropped the TP and it rolled waaaaay the hell out of reach, and Belle went and got it for me. LOL!

BTW, if you knit me a scarf, i'd prefer one you don't knit in the bathroom......... bwa ha ha!

Julie Poudrier said...

Oh gross, Robin, I didn't even think about that! I just got on here to ask Laura NOT to work on my hat while drinking Malibu rum and pineapple juice. I saw what just a few glasses of wine would do to a scarf (the one I'm knitting) and coupled with being the recipient of Laura's drunken e-maill I can assure you that no one wants anything Laura is knitting while hitting the run.... ;-)

Julie

Laura Carson said...

lol lol I promises not to knit while either on the pot, or under the influence. Yeah, J, wouldn't want the (what did you call em) microns? Oh dang, now I've forgotten. Whatever. You know what I mean - I'm referring to the convo about books in the can.


Good girl Belle. One time Linc ran off with the TP... there was no getting it back that day. *sigh* I'm beginning to notice a pattern...