My husband, he's smart by most people's standards. Some people call him Doc (not me and definitely not his mother), although others say he's not a 'real one'. He has his brief moments of brilliance. In some areas. Not in knitting.
We were sitting outside after supper and he was commenting on how elaborate my MS3 was. "You know, it kind of looks like lace" he offers. Wow, really. I never thought of it that way before.
I told that to J. at lunch the next day. She almost inhaled her soup. I guess I didn't marry him for his knitting knowledge.
It's been a busy weekend. Not a lot of knitting opportunities (and therefore few knitting pics). Mr. Man turned one. He held court most of the day.
Some very important people attended the festivities.
And there was a summit of some sort. I wasn't privy to the secret meeting. I'm not sure what was being discussed - possibly the unfair treatment practices of children living in Suburban Edmonton. Or maybe Toddler Rights. We'll just have to wait and see.
Let's just say things went downhill from there. I don't really want to see what will happen at Mr. Man's second year birthday party.