This is a cowl I designed called Speedy. It's done in linen stitch and looks like a racetrack.
Now, onto non-knitting issues. When Husband skips town for warmer pastures, you can bet we'll get a storm. Has he ever been here for inclement weather? We're going to get 25 feet of snow or something tomorrow when he's supposed to fly home from New Orleans. "I'm not getting you a snow blower for Christmas" are words you should REGRET when speaking to a wife in New England, especially one who agreeably flies to Lapland to meet Santa. Wash your mouth out with soap, Husband.
Then, apparently also stocking the larder, the cats left me a dead mouse at the foot of the bed this morning. I don't do dead animals. I'm practically a vegan (minus the fried egg sandwiches.) After the mouse discovery, I heard screaming from downstairs. "Get this maniac away from meeeeeeee!!!" It was Junior, absolutely shrieking at his sister.
She punched him in return and the screams escalated. The problem? I bought Lunchables (the fake meat and cheese gross snack things) because I'm trying to drug them into submission with junk food which makes single mothering easier. It seemed, however, that Junior stole his sister's Lunchable because it contained an Oreo instead of a chocolate chip cookie. Ingrate. Think of us all tomorrow night, marooned in Casapinka, fighting over a dead mouse and a can of Spam, a lone snow shovel our only way out.