When I win the Powerball (which I insist on calling Rollerball to my husband's never-ending annoyance), Franklin shall get the entire west wing of our mansion for his new home, or if he prefers more privacy (believe me, nothing puts a damper on the old sex life more than worrying about five-year-old twins walking in on you), he can have the carriage house. (It will be a very large carriage house.)
So as not to disappoint the hordes of rabid Ravelers who will be clicking on said ad, I will be updating tomorrow morning around 11 a.m. my time. I've got a nice armload of the superwash merino/tencel blend
which will make wonderful socks, as well as my last five skeins of the Rideau Arcott wool blend sock yarn,
and some other goodies.
For those of you keeping track of Disease-a-palooza 2007, the current breakdown is:
now that Tom has been officially diagnosed with pneumonia. (He's so unoriginal; he couldn't even get his own disease, but had to copy Nick's.)
Coming tomorrow: another No-Bull Book Review...