I am somewhat enamored of the idea of making my own cheese.

Real Men Wear Suits. My favorite new site. (Yeah, the URL is cheeky.)

Crap crap crap. We really shouldn’t be allowed out in polite society. We are sociopaths, bad friends, and bad people. Yesterday I confirmed with Eva that we’d be attending her annual Steam Boat dinner tonight. I confirmed the address. I put it on my calendar. I reminded the Snook about it. This afternoon, I was on the couch finishing up some knitting and thinking about going for a run. I actually drank a coffee thinking that would warm me up to get going. Instead? I FELL ASLEEP. I fell asleep curled up on the couch with Time Team droning on in the background. (I blame that Tony Robinson.) Do you know how many naps I take a year? MAYBE THREE. I am not normally a napper. I can’t explain it. Snookums was playing World of Warcraft in his office and therefore was oblivious to anything happening in our universe. He left me there. I should’ve known he wouldn’t remember the dinner; he never remembers anything out of his routine. It wasn’t until 7pm that his foraging in the kitchen woke me up. I suddenly became aware of my phone chiming in the bedroom. What had I forgotten? “OH CRAP. WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE AT EVA’S AN HOUR AGO!” I called her and apologised profusely. We could rush over now, but given that both of us are in sweatpants it’d be at least an hour before we got there in any fit state. Everybody else would be finished and I’d feel like even more of a dope. So now I doubly feel the sting of wasting Eva’s effort and missing out on her fabulous food. GAHHHHHH. See? This is why I don’t nap. Naps are evil.

Another sewing tutorial: Spring Ruffle Top. That is totally cute, but I suspect it may look more like a maternity top on those of us who aren’t stick figures.