Here's a shot of the booties I've made. Turns out I made three pairs. I was only planning to make one but the first booty was knit much looser than the second and they didn't match. So I knit one more loosley and one more tighter to make two matching pairs. Then I went to my MW appointment with nothing to do in the waiting room and ended up starting a third pair. I'm sure I'll find someone to give them to. I am still considering changing the tie/bow to a different color yarn to highlight the way it weaves in and out of the eylets. I'm sure you can't see this detail on this pic especially with them being the same color.
Today's been a day of frustrations and it's only 3pm. First the plumbers who owe us almost $600 and promised to mail a check 3 + weeks ago have still yet to get the check to us. They claim to have mailed two out but we've never recieved them even though we recieved the bill w/in 3 days of them mailing it out. I hated to do it but I confronted them AGAIN on the phone and demanded they bring one to me ASAP. I have been promised they will deliver it here tomorrow to my home but I'm not going to hold my breath. The next step will be to threaten them with a lawyer. I just want to be done with this and will never ever refer anyone to The Plumbing Service Co. of Orlando, FL.
Then I became more upset about this poor puppy these neighbors of mine have. They are behind us catty corner and got this puppy maybe 2-3 weeks ago only to leave it chained in the backyard all day in crazy August Florida heat. Poor Curtis has his bedroom right there and has had to listen to puppy cries during his nap everyday. Finally today I couldn't stand it anymore (it's the hottest day yet). I planned to go knock and ask them to please do something but then got scared (me all preggo and alone while Curtis is up the street in bed alone) so I just got the address and called animal control. I hate doing it but the poor puppy needs someone to stand up for him. Why the heck did they even get the puppy in the first place if they're going to leave it week after week outside all day?
Then these little girls (8-12 y.o.) who live in our neighborhood decide to ring the doorbell at 2:30 to see if they can play with my 2 y.o. son. He wakes up from 1 hour of nap when the dog freaks out (see my dog is inside since it's a billion degrees out) and I have to try to get him back down. Luckily he seems to have gone back down, but I can see I'll have to start putting a sign on my door again when he napping. I had to do it for a long time before and I thought they all had realized but I guess not. They come over to "play with Curtis" and end up ignoring him and playing with all his toys and trashing either his playroom or his yard depending on whether I let them inside or not. I feel badly because Curtis loves them being around but I can only stand so much from a group of 2-6 pre-teen girls before I need them to go be parented by their own parents. I had once had high hopes of a 'mommy's helper' or babysitter coming out of this group but unfortunately none of them are really mature enough for that yet (if ever).
So that's my crazy hormonal pregnant frustrated rant. Now I'd like society to leave me alone for the rest of the day thank you.