So . . . um, it's snowing

In September.

Not cool.

Also I am not dead, just in case I caused anyone to wonder about that. I am quite alive but just haven't had any good stories/rants/whatever to tell the Internet (at least none that I can tell without getting fired but trust me, there have been some reeeeaal psychos wandering through my doors lately). So I did myself a favor and just didn't worry about posting anything--which was quite a liberating feeling. I highly recommend it.

But here's what's been going on in the last weekerso:

Finished a couple of knitting projects and started working on a pair of knee socks for Savvy. This is my first foray into sock yarn. To get a taste of what that is like, go fetch some dental floss and two darning needles. And then turn that into socks.

Married off the Gentleman Husband's baby sister over the weekend. Everything was lovely, except for the group waiting for the wedding after ours who possibly felt that the inside of a temple is the equivalent of somebody's barn and therefore chose to carry on an incredibly loud reunion therein. No lie, when the temple worker came in to shush them, they didn't even notice him. But the bride was beautiful, the sealer did a great job, and everyone was happy. Afterwards drove through Utah's Fruit Way (scored amazing peaches, corn, butternut squash, and pumpkins) to Maddox with GH's family, where we stuffed ourselves on the fabulous food. Fact: One of the ways GH wore me down back in the day was by taking me to Maddox so that I could have quite-possibly-sinful relations with their steak. Pavlov would be proud.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go defrost my feet.