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Things just don’t ever seem to fall our way.  Not much we can do about it, and frankly, all the mishaps make for good stories.

Earlier this year we were on a roll.  3 1/2 weeks without phone service.  5 days without electricity, yadda, yadda, yadda.  All very typical.  Then our fridge broke for the 2nd time in about 4 months.  I hate coming home to rotting food.  I would have made a lousy pioneer–the fridge is the one comfort of life that I REALLY REALLY heart.

Anyway, the craptastic old fridge wasn’t even old.  It was only 5.  It must have been a lemon, though.  The compressor just konked out way too often (that would be any time more than once) for my choosing.  So, instead of spending $170 to have it break down within a few months again, DH and I decided to fork over some dinero for a new fridge.

We wanted this one.  We ordered it 11/13.  We scheduled the delivery for 11/28.  (The first available date was 11/24, but knowing that we were going to be out of town for T’giving made it’s delivery that much less urgent).  On the 28th, the delivery idiots guys came, unilaterally decided our doors were too narrow, and drove away without attempting to get the new fridge in the house.

I spent the next 4 1/2 hours on hold the phone with Best Buy, trying to get my fridge back.   It was not to be.  The order was canceled and we purchased this one. The soonest it could get here was 12/8.  This made me very sad.  2 weeks without a fridge is one thing.  3 1/2 is another.

But it finally arrived, splendid in all its whiteness. DH drew the short straw and got to stay home to wait for the delivery guys again.  Once the fridge was properly inserted into its resting home, he had to scoot off to the office, so no time to load it up.  I came home to this:

DH & I have a high set of priorities.

I can hear it, ever so faintly.  “Who do you think you’re kidding,” it says to me as I sit nightly with an ever growing pile of UFOs at my feet.

It’s right.  Who do I think I’m kidding.  I have low hopes for finishing anything on my list.  Oh well.

Here are some of the “musts:”

This is a 14 color stocking cap for thing 2.  She picked it out.  The pattern’s from Interweave Knits ‘06 (i think).  The designer lives in Maine, where (and I know this from personal experience), you have plenty of time in the winter to devise ways of using fourteen different colors in a hat.  I’ve already screwed up the coloring sequence more than once, but the beauty of this project is, not only, who the F* cares, but who the F* can actually see it? I sure can’t.

Also in my queue for a due date pre-12/25 is:

These are bed socks, using malabrigo sock doubles on size 3s.  They are for my secret-santa at work, and our party is in two weeks.  I wanted to make socks, but was afraid of the time frame, so I went with the slightly thicker sock.  I heart the easy-peasy pattern and the picot edge, and the malabrigo sock color, which reminds me of spilt gasoline.  Although the SNBer’s were convinced I could do a regular sock in that time frame, I’m glad I’ve doubled the yarn.  Even though my recipient has small feet, there are still other projects in the queue. Like the damn 14 color fair isle stocking cap.

I took some time out from knitting today to make some cookies of the Christmas variety.  Thing 3 helped with the shapes:

The older things helped with the decorating:

Not everything went as planned.  Several of the cookies broke, and the older Things applied much pre-teen sarcasm to the ordeal task at hand.  Several of the santas morphed into lawn gnomes.  A broken reindeer became roadkill (as evidenced by a rare blog appearance by thing 1):

sorry for the over-exposure–the roadkill reindeer is next to the bottle of red sprinkles.