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what am I doing here?

in which susan proceeds to get caffienated and knit all day. if only I could get paid to drink coffee and knit... that would so be the shiz-knit.

desperate

the critics say that this season of desperate housewives is lacking, but I still like it. and I watch semi-religiously every sunday night. and, every so often, my mom will sit down halfway through the show and, with a deeply furrowed brow, remark (in chinese), "why do you watch this show? how do you keep track of who all these people are? what's going on? oh no! this is scary!!"

mind you, my mother is not a tv watcher. she's not a movie watcher either. she scares easily at even the slightest hint of scary, gross, suspenseful or violent. when "my big fat greek wedding" was in the theaters, I just had to drag my parents to go see it because I knew they'd love it. up until then, the only movie my mother had seen in the theaters in the last decade was "crouching tiger, hidden dragon" and had complained that it was too scary and violent. and that the chinese was terrible. so, on the way to the theater to see greek wedding, she asked, skeptically, and in total seriousness, "is this going to be scary? are there guns?"

anyway, I made use of the commercial breaks last night to do some quick recapping of the show and explaining of what was happening to my mom. and the more I explained, the more I realized that the storyline just gets more and more ridiculous. nonetheless, I continue to be entertained. so, mom's been caught up and, more or less, has a handle on what's going on over on wisteria lane, though she doesn't know anyone's name and she thinks the show is far too nerve-wracking. but who would have thought that the woman who was afraid to go see "my big fat greek wedding" for fear of guns would be getting into desperate housewives?

meanwhile, after completing a sad nine repeats of the hem pattern for butterfly, I've decided that it's just a little too open for me and have frogged and re-cast on smaller needles. but, it should be fine, since I think I've gotten a handle on the pattern now and it shouldn't be *too* long before I've completed the hem. oh, what I mean is, now is a good time to refocus and really get down to business finishing isa's sweater. her first birthday is quickly approaching and there is much work to do! let's try not to think about the fact that I wanted to clean up a bit and cut the long dangly ends off her sweater a few nights ago and, in doing so, unwittingly went a little scissor crazy and cut off the working yarn. *sigh* I really am losing my mind, aren't I?

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