I have spent the day working on a baby afghan for Christine at the florist. I had these squares from when I was starting to crochet. I had 12 but whittled them down to 9 as the earlier ones were very misshaped and much larger then the others. I still had to crochet around them to different degrees to make them the same size. That's one way to make a flaw into a design feature! Half of them are outlined in blue, the other half in pink, as Christine doesn't know the sex of her baby. I'm going to connect them up with multi-colored yarn in pastels that pretty well match the pink and blue. I will then outline the connected squares with the multi-colored yarn until the afghan is big enough. I only have a week to finish this.
Got the letters in the mail from the credit card companies, outlining the terms of the agreements. Also got a letter from a collections company. . . one of my department store cards has gone. I didn't realize that I was that far behind on it. Or maybe I was making payments in the wrong amounts. That counts as not paying anything as well.
Best Friend brought over one of her cats this morning, as her apartment was being inspected. They don't know she has them, and she doesn't want to pay the six hundred dollars it would take to make them legal with them. Was suppose to be both of them, but the Alien Observer disappeared off the face of earth. Best Friend couldn't find her. The Patrician Slut hissed and growed all day long, and refused to leave the sink. In fact, she refused to leave the sink, the entire day! Even although she knows me, even although she lived here with me for five years, she acted like she didn't know me, or where she was, at all. Eventually I figured out that she was absolutely livid, not scared.
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