Out to lunch

My lunch breaks often look like this:

Where I attempt to solve whatever riddle has lately been plaguing me about things I do not know how to do. In this case: Tunisian crochet, i.e. afghan stitch. I have done more than it looks like, because the whole thing just loves to curl up on itself. It was supposed to be 2 inches longer, but I will make do. If I make it through this process, it will be a fluffy thing made from some bulky leftover yarn from my brother’s hat. A cozy, in fact, something to put my phone in to prevent scratching, though I’ve never understood why electronics need to be cozy anyway.

I have remembered, however, that one thing I hate about knitting is that you have to try to work with the &*$%&* needle while it has yarn on it, and this technique, while promising, suffers from that same irritating problem. So. $&*(&^%#$%^.

In other news, Wesley is out to lunch in a different way, just being himself. First he ate my yogurt. Then my tomato and mushroom sauce and noodles. Then he ate a Sharpie pen – blue (non-toxic and water-based, luckily). He’s all ready for Halloween!

Nota bene, btw: tomatoes, mushrooms and grapes are toxic to dogs, esp. grapes. They damage their kidneys. Just FYI, now that I’ve smacked my own forehead over it.

This dog does not know boundaries. The blue is actually more pronounced in person, although he appears to have been wearing it off gradually. The other side of his face looks like he’s drooling blue ink. Charming, I promise. Also, the floor is spotted blue. That was my favorite part. *sigh* He’s lucky he’s cute. Do you suppose parents say that about their children when the children wreak havoc?

Going to be having adventures for the next couple of days. Hopefully I can let loose some info about recent developments soon. Not quite time yet!