Freezing Rain of Death
Meg asked what yarn the Mindless Bit O'Fluff is being made in -- alas, it's one of those discontinued things one occasionally finds on eBay, sorry, Meg -- it's a Filatura di Crosi yarn -- "Missoni." A sort of taupe heather mohair with a metallic thread running through, and occasional bits of pink and blue. Sounds dreadful. Looks great.
Today we've got Freezing Rain of Death, and apparently we're all going to die on the roads this morning, either from hitting black ice and driving off the highway, OR by hitting water and hydroplaning off the highway, depending on -- what? It's unclear. But. Doom predicted on the news.
Bother.
So the child has a two hour school delay once again -- though, once again, the weather is not going to be better in two hours; don't understand the point of this, myself.
Now, some of you have been concerned about little Sunny the Grieving Budgie. I'm happy to tell you that she has a new potential friend. I say "potential," because though the two budgies are sitting fairly close together on one of the perches, they're not cuddling yet. I mean, really. They've got some class. You don't cuddle up to budgies you just met. You have to get to know each other first.
I figure in about three days they'll start talking and feeding each other. Budgies are so driven to bond that they'll actually eventually talk to strange birds that have come to live in the cage. Other than that, they've got no truck with anything they haven't seen before. New toys? Agents of Bird Death. Cute little budgie bathtub, purchased by the loving Bird Mistress over at the pet store? Budgie Death Trap. Excellent carrot tops, added to the cage for extra nutrients? Poison. Pure poison.
But they'll talk to each other very soon. They can't help themselves. Budgies are incurably romantic.
By the way, the new bird's name is "Farraige" -- 75 points if you can figure out what color she is.
Today we've got Freezing Rain of Death, and apparently we're all going to die on the roads this morning, either from hitting black ice and driving off the highway, OR by hitting water and hydroplaning off the highway, depending on -- what? It's unclear. But. Doom predicted on the news.
Bother.
So the child has a two hour school delay once again -- though, once again, the weather is not going to be better in two hours; don't understand the point of this, myself.
Now, some of you have been concerned about little Sunny the Grieving Budgie. I'm happy to tell you that she has a new potential friend. I say "potential," because though the two budgies are sitting fairly close together on one of the perches, they're not cuddling yet. I mean, really. They've got some class. You don't cuddle up to budgies you just met. You have to get to know each other first.
I figure in about three days they'll start talking and feeding each other. Budgies are so driven to bond that they'll actually eventually talk to strange birds that have come to live in the cage. Other than that, they've got no truck with anything they haven't seen before. New toys? Agents of Bird Death. Cute little budgie bathtub, purchased by the loving Bird Mistress over at the pet store? Budgie Death Trap. Excellent carrot tops, added to the cage for extra nutrients? Poison. Pure poison.
But they'll talk to each other very soon. They can't help themselves. Budgies are incurably romantic.
By the way, the new bird's name is "Farraige" -- 75 points if you can figure out what color she is.
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