Blogger still won't take my pictures

I have some adorable shots of little girls dressed as various Disney princesses. (Do they make those costumes in women's size 1 X? I would wear it. Honest. I would tromp all over the place as a portly Jasmine or a substantial Snow White or a buxom Belle or a zaftig Cinderella. And I would enjoy the hell out of it!) Blogger won't let me post pictures today either. Very frustrating.

I also have almost finished the silk tuxedo vest for DH and there is enough yarn left over to make a sleeveless shell for me. Photos of these will be forthcoming when the blogger gods are sufficiently propitiated.

I spent three hours yesterday catching up on blogs and e-mails and I'm still not done. Has everyone gone to Norma's blog and voted for Ryan? Knit-bloggers are mighty, and we should use our power for good. And the heedless lad has volunteered to model for us. Anything knitted. Willy warmers will be a dime a dozen. I have to think of something truely exotic.

Also, I took a few minutes to weave on Dave's table runner. Photos to come when the blasted technology sets us free.

The suitcase is unpacked. Laundry is well started. But the kitties left me a wonderful surprise and I still haven't gotten it entirely cleaned up. The tiny darlings knocked over the paper shredder, got into the bin, and strewed paper shreds hither and yon with frantic abandon. There are drifts of shreds under the desk. There are piles of shreds co-habiting with the dustbunnies in corners. Shreds have bonded with the carpet and may need to be extracted by hand, one at a time. And I am frankly afraid to lie on my belly and look under the sofa. Bills to pay, litter boxes to clean, and life goes on whether I'm ready for it or not. Well, it's a splendid sunny day, and I'm going to get a haircut, so I'd better get my rear in gear, here.