Stuffin’ the Bunny
This was a recent subject line on the knit list. I didn’t read the thread, but for some reason I really liked the sound of it. And now, I think it needs a meaning. Something special. Idiomic. ::Not that! That's Stuffing the Cat.::

Stuffin’ the Bunny, to me, sounds like the every day busyness of being human, except turned up a notch or two. Mundane existence, at a bunny humping pace.

For example, let's say you run into a friend who asks, "What have you guys been up to?" And you might say...

Oh, busy. You know, the usual. Basketball games, dance class, workin', cookin’, cleanin...just Stuffin’ the Bunny, like every body else.

And on that note, I need to say, I'll be Stuffin' The Bunny nearly every day, for the next two weeks. At least. But I'm not complaining. Just Sayin'.

I made up another term, today, while on my way to work. Road Wry.

Road Wry is the drier, gentler cousin of Road Rage. The birth of Road Wry took place early this morning, on my drive to work. The labor started with a Honda, darting back and forth across three lanes, cutting off cars and otherwise living dangerous.

Luckily, I noticed him a few moments before he whipped into my lane, just feet in front of me, going 80 mph. If I hadn't anticipated this unsignalled move, I would have hit him for certain.

After I gave him a little bitch nip with the horn, he glanced in the rear view, then whipped off, once again, zigging and darting like a drunk and driving Tigger. On Meth.

Once he was gone, I didn't hink of him again. Until, minutes later, I pulled up along side him at the stop light, at the end of the exit ramp. And there I sat, staring at the side of his head, until he looked. That's when I gave him my driest, wryest, smirk. And when he realized who I was, and the implications of my presence, he looked away again, real quick. Like the ziggin', zaggin', dartin' asshole he be.

Road Wry.
Wry not?

Knittin' Knuggets
I'm nearly done with the second first sleeve on Blaze. It's still kind of a gnarly mess, but I'm sure it will all come out in the wash. Snort. I am having a hard time concentrating on this project right now. I'm sure it has to do with the fact that I've been too busy to get much done on it, yet it's always naggin' on my mind. That, and the fact that I'm noticing my blog neighbors are all finishing things and starting things, then even finishing those things, while I'm sitting here, thinking about starting the 2nd/3rd Blaze sleeve, and wondering what summer month we'll be visiting when it's completed.

I was going to show a picture of the sleeve. However, I've already shown the first sleeve (now nothing but a sad memory. sigh.), I figured it would be too boring.

Hey! I almost forgot! This Saturday I'm driving to East Lansing to take a class with Melissa Leapman, on sweater design/adaptation. It's sponsored by The Boys. Despite the fact that it's one more early morning call, for me, I'm thrilled. Besides, I can't remember the last time I was on campus, or had a bowl of Hobie's clam chowder. (It's actually more like a puddin', than a chowder. But. To. Die. For. )

Speaking of seafood....anybody every heard of halibut cheeks? They were serving them at a restaurant we visited over the weekend. I initially guessed they would be the actual hali butts, butt I was wrong. Halibutts got cheek.

True story.