All jokes aside, it's like the man doesn't age! Except that he does. He turned 38 this week, and although his "big" gift hadn't arrived yet (Curse You, USPS!!!), and his "woolly love" gift has yet to even be cast on (ahem! what?), he didn't go completely giftless and I managed to get it together to at least get him a cake. All together now: Happy Birthday, Phil!He's out with his pinball buddies this evening, and I'm about to settle in with a movie and some knitting. I'm going to ignore Dad's mittens, which I've had to rip out AGAIN this week and cast on for my September Hat Trix hat instead. Hah! Do I know how to live dangerously or what?
Happy Knitting Everyone!