NaBloPoMo, xvii

It is getting late and my dinner is disagreeing with me. These two things are important as they explain why I am phoning it in on this here post. A post posted for the sole reason of meeting my NaBloPoMo obligation.



The cold weather is starting to arrive and my hand-knit socks are starting to emerge. Today I wore some of my favorites, knit last April, with a newish pair of shoes to go see No Country For Old Men. The shoes are Target specials and the movie was okay. I wanted a little more redemption in the end, but my husband he disagreed thinking that the movie was great as is. We both agreed that my socks were cool, as were my shoes. Or at least if he disagreed, he had the sense not to do it out-loud.