Never Trust a Yorkie

Coming to you LIVE from the new blogger, minus 4 wisdom teeth. The surgery went better-than-expected; I haven't had and any major pain or swelling, and I was eating solid food 2 days later. I've been super-spoiled because I haven't even THOUGHT about work since last Thursday, when I had my surgery. This is the last of my 5-day mini-vacation; Today we are off for MLK observance. SOOO... I've been organizing my recipes and cutting out articles from my InStyle magazines that date back to 2003 (I figured it was about time to recycle them).

Besides that it's been a mellow few days around here, despite the fact that it has been FREEZING. Literally. It's been dropping to the mid-teens at night! Matt's poor brother works for a citrus packing house and has probably only slept about 8 hours total the last few nights. I prefer my PJ's and the Manresa Legwarmers (which work fab under Uggs, by the way). We did wander down to the Zoo on Sunday, which was fun, and I found me and my sister's forgotten brick at the entrance to the wild bird exhibit:

The only other time we made it out all weekend was to go join some friends for dinner, wine, and some good old-fashioned drinking games.

He's so dramatic. It was a total accident!
I brought some knitting (Tweedy Vest) and debuted the Hourglass Sweater. I was still on my drugs and a little bit out of it, so I didn't realize that during round 1 of our game one of the Yorkie dogs my friend was dog-sitting stole a ball of yarn from my lap and a giant, mess of a tangle ensued.

Silkroad Tweed is a b*tch to untangle. And those are still the only photos of the Hourglass sweater that exist. Also, millions of thanks to my kick-a*s boyfriend who untangled most of this for me.
I'm now working on a commissioned piece for a co-worker and a secret project. I finished up Matt's big-a*s alpaca socks about 10 minutes ago, and should have photos tomorrow. Till then... I'm off to finish being lazy.