The Dude That Said...

"Blondes have more fun," should be smacked. I'm NOT having fun. Not one bit. Perhaps the blondes that this dude observed had:

1) Misread the instructions to something really fun, like how much Laughing Gas to sniff. They obviously didn't misread the pattern to their sock knitting, or they wouldn't be having fun. It's really not fun trying to rip out a provisional cast-on. Not one bit.

2) The Blondes must have had a housekeeper. I don't have a housekeeper, and I'm not looking forward to cleaning out the camper bathroom so we can go away this weekend. If I had a housekeeper, I'd send her out there. I'd also have her fix the sock, too.

3) The blondes did not own goldfish. Definitely not.

4) The blondes also did not have to purchase groceries, nor did they have to put them away (see #2 above). I have groceries in bags all over my kitchen floor. I've tried to use psychic powers to get them put away, but it's not working. I think the Observed Blondes might have psychic powers as well.

5) The Blondes were rich. Or had Sugar Daddies. Or won lotto. I am definitely not rich, don't have a Sugar Daddy, and have not won lotto. I want to buy more yarn. I don't have tons of money to buy all the luscious yarn I want. And Milk Duds. I'd love to buy a huge truck load of Milk Duds. And other candy. Yes, money would be nice.

So that's why I'm miserable. I have to clean, deal with fish, put away groceries and I WANT CANDY.

Pass the hairdye. I'm going platinum blonde and see if that helps my case any.