George Jefferson Rainbow Brite Bunny Rabbit, to be precise. What can I say, other than I named him for two shows/characters I rather liked when I was 4 or 5. Yes, I liked The Jeffersons that much, not that I could tell you anything about it now, ha ha. bat had wanted people to post nice pictures of themselves with pets or beloved stuffed animals, so I busted out George. The timing on his request was delightfully ironic, as I had taken to sleeping with George again this week. With the bad sleep from messing up my meds that one night, I needed a little extra sleepytime love. I don’t care that I’m in my mid-30s; my bunny loves me, and I him. bat himself has been sleeping with his beloved lion his entire life, and we both agreed when I posted this on his wall that the four of us would make a fantastic snuggle pile for naptime.
It was also Stitch ‘n Bitch night, and to my vast amusement, I came home with wool. Times two. I had been joking with Z on the way out that I needed to buy wool while Deramores had some sick sales on, as I had some virtual money to use due to the snoods I made. While I don’t know how much that is in actuality, I definitely didn’t expect to come home with anything. Honestly, I’m not sure I’m going to keep it, as it’s real wool and I’m not really down with the texture of real wool. I’m going to have a think about it, and worst comes to worst I take it to the other group on Thursday and let them have at. I just couldn’t leave it taking up space at Beverly’s pub when I could take it home and shove it in a corner that isn’t, yanno, a business.
I also came home with some of her wool, because I made an offer she couldn’t refuse. She doesn’t have a swift or a winder, so I offered to take it with me and get it caked up for her usage. As our office is just around the corner from her pub (she’s the pub manager in addition to our Stitch ‘n Bitch group leader), I checked with Z, and he’s going to drop it off for her on Friday either on or to the way from work. I’ve slapped a note on the bag reminding me to wind it tomorrow, as I don’t have anything important to do other than going to see Rogue One. I’m a bit excited and nervous about that. No idea why nervous, but anyways.
It is tres late, so I should scoot off to bed. Sleep well, y’all!