Shhh...we're going to have to whisper. I'm really sorry, but there is nothing else for it. I can't afford to attract any attention right now. If we all just sit here in the dark, keep the blackout shades in place and don't make any sudden movements, we should be fine.
I'd like to show you my progress on the dishcloth I am currently knitting. Look quickly but don't say anything. For the love of all that is holy, just look. Don't make a sound.
Here it is:
Dishcloth. Don't argue. That would involve making a sound and I believe I was rather clear about the rules on this matter.
Thanks for playing along. You guys are champs, that's what you are. I'm sort of at the point in the dishcloth knitting where I have to be a bit careful. I honestly didn't think I'd get this far so I kind of didn't have a plan for how to dodge The Blog Sweater Curse which has hovered menacingly over my noggin like a dark, threatening storm cloud since November of 2005. I don't even dare to call this project by its former name: The Thing That Will Never Grow Up To Be A Sweater. Once the Things We Shall Not Call Sleeves were attached, I found it harder and harder to lie to the dark forces. It is very, very likely that I shall soon feel the sharp sting of a vicious smiting. But, I'm forging ahead anyway. If I can just keep plugging away at what is now called The Dishcloth, I might just make it to the finish line before bad things start to happen.
Mum's the word here, people. Just hang in there with me for a little bit longer. It'll either be finished or it will blow up in my face spectacularly. Either way, it will be over and we can all breathe freely again.
Isn't it nice how I include you in my angst? Self-centered? Me? Oh, I don't think so...
And this isn't the only lightening strike to hit today, I fear. The summer of '08 will forever be remembered as the Summer Of The Never-Ending Storms. They just keep a-comin' and a-comin'! Today was no exception. The clouds threatened all morning and, by late afternoon, the deluge was upon us. It came with a healthy helping of thunder and lightening, followed by the National Weather Service's helpful broadcasts regarding what I should be doing now that the floods are upon us. Roads in my area are closing and apparently I should not be attempting to ford any streams or rivers in the near future. Which I wasn't really planning on doing, but now that I can't, I suddenly feel the urge to cross running water in the worst possible way. It seems I could do that rather easily right now (albeit at my peril) simply by heading over to the next town where they get all the good flooding. I do not get that here despite being mere minutes away.
I'm not good with rules sometimes. Mostly I am...but I just hate it when someone tells me I can't do something. It makes me all defiant and stuff. But, fear not. I promise I'll just sit here and knit away on my dishcloth this evening and that I won't go out looking for any fast moving streams to navigate.
I'm needed here, anyway. I can't be out crossing bodies of water like some modern day Magellan. During last Thursday's scheduled thunder-boomer, I learned something new about my new roommate, The Absurdly Gi-normous Kitty. It seems that he is wicked a-scairt of thunder. Lightening isn't anything he would want to write home about either. In fact, I made chicken again tonight and he never even peeked out of whatever hidey-hole in which he is currently huddled. Poor baby. Even the succulent scent of baked chicken wasn't enough to get him past his fears. I'll give some extra Vita-Kitty treats tonight just to make everyone feel all better.
The AGK in happier times...like this morning before the heavens opened up and gave him the heebie-jeebies.
You may now all return to using your regular talking-type voices. Just remember the new codes, 'kay. The TTWNGUTBAS is now just a dishcloth. Pass it on. I'll let you know when radio silence is lifted.