Please Be Advised

Your attention, please.

Do not be alarmed.

I am not in the process of setting any kind of trend.

However,

Let it be known that I have finished two projects in one week.






Leone made me laugh when she commented on my productivity the other day. Crazy, yes. Productive? Not so much. I'm all about the process, baby. (At least, that's what I like to tell people when they start to worry about my current-project list.) (Hi, Leone! Of course you can link here from your blog! Thanks for asking!)

Also, please notice that I am concerned, for my nephew's sake, about sock identicality. He's very young, you see, and I don't want him to grow up thinking that it's okay to wear mismatched socks. He needs to be able to match his socks, at least while he's a little boy. So for you, my favorite nephew, I hemmed and hawed and stressed and strained about getting your stripes just right. (Or shust right, as my junior high math teacher Mr. Pim used to say.) Now, PLEASE don't grow your feet too big between now and the end of June!

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I was driving home from work today and saw a small motorcycle gang stopped at a stop light. They reminded me of one time when I was in high school. I was probably 16 or 17 (I know this because Sean was in college but I was still at home), and my parents and I were on our way to lunch after church one Sunday. Dad was driving our brand new 1993 bright red Dodge Caravan, and we stopped at a stoplight next to a guy on a motorcycle in the left turn lane. As motorcyclists are wont to do, this guy was revving his engine over and over again. Dad put the van in park, looked over at the guy and started revving the engine of the van. The guy looked back at my dad with this big goofy grin on his face, and we laughed all the way to the restaurant.