It's Friday night which can only mean one thing at Chez Single Knitter: big party!
Ok, that was a lie. I'm sorry I lied to you. What it really mean is weaving in ends on a patchwork blanket.
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Kickin' it in front of the t.v. |
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Sometimes kitty helps. |
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Sometimes she just sleeps. |
It also means ice cream.
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Kitty likes ice cream too. |
And kitty pets.
And some crappy non-cable t.v. Why is there never a good movie on t.v. on Friday night? Why do they always assume people are out living it up? Not that I'm not living it up. Because I am. I even made dinner after resisting the urge to call for pizza. And I went for a walk. So, yeah. Big time Friday night. Be jealous.
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