Wow - it's been about a month, since my last post!

Ok, time does fly by, but this is what I've been up to. Sam and I dogsat for Louie and Lola, the rat terriers who live next door. Lola, or Tripod, as I like to call her, had recently had hip surgery, so was carried around a lot of the time. Sam was exhausted by all the fun!

I finally finished a baby blanket for a cousin who is due in a month or so. Here's the blanket! I mailed it off today, and now I need to get knittin' quickly to make something for my other's cousin daughter who is about two already. In the mean time, I'm knitting more socks. Glad that summer is over - life at the beach is so much nicer in the fall, winter and spring. With football season here, I've been visiting the local pub to put my picks in the pool. I've come to like the pickled eggs they serve (perfect with a cold beer), so I made some of my own. And they turned out really good!

Was accosted on the street this morning by my former dry cleaner. He came running after me to ask why I hadn't been in for a very long time. At first I hemmed and hawed, but when he asked if he did something wrong, I told him. The straw that broke the camel's back for me was when I took in a hand knit sweater I'd made, that had pretty expensive buttons attached, and it came back with one button missing. He said I should have brought the sweater back and told him what happened, I pointed out that I had done just that, and got only a shrug of his shoulders in response. So now, that he lost my business, he went on and on about how he'd pay for the button.

The thing is that I had problems with these folks before - taking in a jacket with a gold pin still attached, and having it come back without the pin. Again, when I asked about it, they gave me the Sgt. Schultz. Another time I'd taken in pants and immediately after, remembered that there was 20 bucks in a pocket. Rather than go back, I waited to see what they would do. When I went back in, not only was the money not mentioned, but he pulled out some paper work that he wanted me to look at and give him free legal advice.

Given that he is but one of 3 dry cleaners in walking distance from my house, I'm not sure why he thought I'd keep coming back? Because I did, I guess is the answer. But three strikes, and you're out.