The new job is so not like the old job, or any job I've had before. I am thinking all day long, and I am asked for my opinion on business decisions that affect entire projects, and people are listening to me! This is SO not like being a "real" paralegal. It's just freaking amazing. I love it, but I come home tired and without much to blog about.
I do have Actual Knitting Content! On Sunday I rearranged some of the Stash and Clutter, and saw a pattern I'd remembered I had, but had set aside because the first yarn I'd tried it in just wasn't right. And it hit me that the green Paton's Classic Wool in Ye Stash from Hell would be just right, and I have enough of it, if you define "enough" as "a shitload" in this case. So I cast on this big long ribbed cardigan with pockets - it's called the "Grandpa Sweater" and it really is like an old man's cardigan. I'll pass on the too-twee leather elbow patches, thanks, but the sweater will be just right to throw on for whenever, and will work with the denim and black and khaki and such that is the basis for my work wardrobe. I've just started it so no photos yet - and it seems that the only time I have for photos is on the weekend, so it's probably more accurate to say "No photos till the weekend." It will be boring when you see it, so I'm sure you can contain your excitement.
In other news, I've restructured my finances and am breathing easier, and I won a dispute with the IRS, by the extreme method of writing a short polite letter explaining that they had mis-identified something on my return, here's what it really was, and I really didn't owe them any taxes on it, thank you. They agreed. Case closed. Go me.
Dudley went for his last puppy shots, and his Dreaded Mange never amounted to anything and the hair grew in just fine - his immune system works. I'm annoyed with the vet's office, because, not being a Dumbass, I do my own research on these things, and had read the advice of many an old wise vet that if the puppy's immune system kicks in and it clears up on its own, as Dudley's did, you have no problem for breeding, you aren't passing on any genetic weakness. Vet's office is all about nipping the breeding tools because he had two extremely minor small patches of mange at the age of 3 months. Give me a break. I'm thinking maybe we need to find a vet's office that is less high strung. Because other than the two tiny thin patches of hair that has now grown back, everyone agrees that he is a drop-dead fabulous Boston - perfect head, perfect topline, perfect non-buggy eyes, perfect teeth, extremely smart, great temperament, and personality to spare. Girl wants to breed him and so do I, because if she ever manages to graduate and move out (inside joke) I may just have to force myself to get one of his offspring.
If you haven't caught up with Angry Black Bitch lately, go do it. She speaks for me, but swears even more and has much more Style.
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