I am certain we will pay for this. . .

My nephew was in town recently; so we stole him away for a night of mayhem, violent video games, chalupas and sugar. We learned two things about our favorite 12-year-old. First of all, he's a very, very good shot, which makes us very, very afraid and secondly, his sense of humor is sharper than his aim.

(We chose games the same way we do our music: by whether or not it had a parental advisory on it.)

Movies, socklettes, cat names and road trips

I keep thinking of things I want to share on this here blog, but for some reason I am nowhere near a computer whenever those thoughts strike me. Also, it's been a bit of a random week, so it's appropriate that I include a post of unconnected, extraneous bits, right?

-Went to see "Waitress" last night. Loved the film, it was so much more than I expected, so much darker, so much deeper and so much more entertaining than the previews and promos lead me to believe. I was a bit worried it would be a sappy love story. . . something I have seen before, but this was much more twisted and interesting. Loved it.

-For a while now I had been wanting to make some short socks in something cotton, stretchy and comfortable, just to wear around the house. I had also been hoping to check out Cascade Fixation. Marry those two thoughts and you get my new obsession. I'm a woman obsessed. I can't quit making them. The pair at top are a gift and in keeping with the current Project Spectrum colors. The pair at the bottom are mine, all mine. (Details are in the Finished Objects section at right.)

-We are taking a little day trip on Saturday to meet up with some fellow bloggers, family and friends (Needlefingers & Pilot). A little shopping, a little lunch, a little visiting. All adds up to a day of fun. We'll also be trekking north for the weekend prior to the 4th of July for some birthday celebrating, some fireworks watching and some trouble making.

-My nephew is coming next week. Prince E will be here for a few days before departing on a trip with my folks. I cannot wait to see this kid. It's been ages since we have tormented him, filled him up with ice cream and let him get by with murder.

-I am convinced that my cat, Ike, knows his name. Cynical is less convinced, but I have spent most of the week calling him to see if he'll turn around, using false names to try to trick him. . . thus far he's right on target. The cat knows his name. In this testing process, we also learned that I need more to do, a new distraction or to simply get a life.