It's December.
Wasn't it just last week when I was bitching about one-hundred degree weather? Actually I was, but what I mean is, wasn't it June just last week?
Back to the absurdity that it is December —
I've decided to give myself something special for Christmas this year: an almost finished Rip, Rip, Hurry-the-Fuck-Up-Ripple Afghan! And by almost, I mean without a border. I'm trying to remain realistic about getting this done; therefore, I hope to have it all done before my birthday on January third.
Awhile back I determined there had to be at least sixty-four more rows until the ripple was complete. I'll need to crochet three rows (close to one-thousand double-crochet stitches) a day to meet my goal. It seems impossible, especially since I have to factor in time for personal hygiene and tweeting.
But I'm going to keep the faith of the holiday season, 'cos if Christmas has taught me anything, it's that reindeer really do know how to fly and wishes can come true!
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