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Once again I've survived the annual audit.  Praise the lord and pass the peas.  They actually left half a day early, but who's counting?  They did take off with some of my original paperwork, which should be interesting to see if I can get it back.  Ugh.

On the knitting front, I'm making this.  Yes, it has charts.  Yes, it's supposed to be easy, even for those of us who are chart impaired.  It's pretty, and soft, and I'm really liking the picture alot but for the life of me, those damn charts are getting me down again.  For some reason, my brain keeps reading the chart from right to left.  Every row.  I've even drawn little arrows on the charts to remind me which direction I need to read the thing from, but the old brain only has one gear, right to left.  Then, to make matters worse, just when I got a rhythm going,  I had to switch to the next chart and they reversed the numbers on me.  Even on left instead of right and that means more left to right, not right to left.  There should be some magic chart reader out there that you can scan the stupid charts into and it will print out written instructions.  I'd buy it.

Movies - Saw Inglorious Bastards with my father over the weekend.  I figured it could be something we could do together since my step-mother passed last month.  They went almost every weekend and I usually go too.  Seemed like a good idea at the time.  What a mess.  The movie stunk and was so very strange in addition to being violent and bloody in the extreme.  And I think I have a fairly high tolerance for that kind of thing.  And Brad Pitt only had like four scenes anyway.  My father jumped up the second the credits started to roll and was out the door.  I had to wait for the herd to pass before I could follow him.  Guess I know what HE thought of the movie.  It reminded me of when he took me and a girlfriend to see the Dark Shadows movie waaaaay back when.  They showed it at the drive in with two other vampire kind of movies and, being the good daddy he is, he took us and sat through all three shows.  Poor man.  I guess he knows his daughter has sucky taste in movies no matter what her age.  (No pun on the sucky thing intended)

Torchwood - I'm loving this show.  Can't figure out why I didn't like it so much the first time I got it from Netflix.  Must have been in a strange mood, cause it so deserves all the great things everyone is saying about it.  Guess it's one of those right to left kind of things.

No tears or blood was shed.

We're off to a good start!

And speaking of blood, I just had the blood test from hell!  The lady had to stick me four times.

Only me, right?

How pathetic is it when the high point of my day is having the yarn delivered to make these designed by the Yarn Harlot? Then again, they are terribly cute and both my daughter-in-law and daughter *gasp!* asked me to make them a pair. Black for daughter-type of course. Also let me say I couldn't have been more impressed with the shipping time for this yarn. I ordered on Monday, Sept 3, which was a US holiday might I add, and the box was on my door step Thursday, Sept 6. I ordered from Royal Yarn. The price was so-so.

The car-cover, flag afghan only has 10 more rows and then I get to start crocheting all those stars. I have a feeling due to the hugeness involved, that I could probably fit all 50 on there instead of 32 called for in the pattern. This thing is a monster. But warm, so very, very warm.

The audit is well and truly over.  No blood was shed and no tears wept.  That has to be a first in recent history.  And as usual after the event, I wonder why I let it get to me every stinking year.  Mine is not to reason why, yadda yadda.

I watched Firefly and Serenity again over the long weekend.  What a great show.  So now I'm reading all the fic out there that sort of fills in the gaps and/or continues the story.  If anybody has any good recs, please let me know.