Restless Knitter

The baby wanted another baby hat, only leave off the earflaps please Nana. Okay.

Look, it has a pop top.

I started this 2 days ago. I might have finished it that day, but I tried to poison myself by eating some bad food and ended up in the emergency room. I’m assuming it was food poisoning, mostly because I don’t remember ever being that sick in all of my life. There were 3 other people that came in around the time I did with vomiting also, so who knows. None of them were doubled over, moaning like they were dying, though. It was bad enough being sick, but it was worse that someone had to see me sick, take me to the ER, and I tossed cookies (again) on the way there. After some nice drugs, I was sent home. Yesterday I still felt a little queasy, and today I’m feeling pretty much back to normal. And that’s why I didn’t finish the hat until today. Aren’t you glad I shared?

Next I’m going to do house complaining, simply because I like to complain. But you don’t have to suffer through it unless you want to…

Here’s a tip for you realtors out there. If you say you’re going to show up between three and four, show up between three and four. If you are going to be late or early, give me a freaking courtesy call. If you aren’t going to show up at all, definitely let me know. Some people work from home, or are sick, or have kids and/or pets, that they have to do something with while you look at their house. Yes, we know there are sacrifices we have to make while we attempt to sell our house, but you don’t have to be an ass and rub it in by not showing up or showing up late. And I really want to know who wants to put a trampoline in a basement for their kids? Even if our basement did have 8 foot ceilings instead of 6.5 or 7 feet (hmm, I should go measure to see exactly how high they are), would you really put a bouncy thing on a carpeted concrete floor for your kids to bounce on?

I strongly dislike this house selling stuff. I have to vacuum more than twice a week, and keep the counters clean at all times. I have to drag the litter box to the basement each time someone says they’re coming, then back upstairs after they leave because the cats refuse to come downstairs as long as there is THAT dog in the house. I have to take the dog’s beds out to the car, put the cat’s food away, put away the baby gate that keeps the dog away from the cat’s food, open all the blinds (3 have broken so far, one of which I still haven’t replaced), empty trash cans, make sure the bathroom isn’t cluttered, blah blah blah. Whine whine whine. We’ve had at least one person come to the house each day since we put it on the market, so that’s a good thing. We haven’t received an offer, that’s a bad thing. I know it’s unreasonable to expect an offer this soon but I still want one. How could someone not love this house as much as I do? And as much as I love this house, now I just want out of it. I hate the disruptions and strangers going through here. Enough of that for today.

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