And the mower got the last word...

Yesterday was probably my last day mowing grass at work, and it was a little chilly out, so I grabbed my favorite toboggan. I don't usually wear it to work, but it was the only one I could find. It used to look like this one below (which is actually my brother's) but blue.



Now it looks like this:




I had taken it off and put it in my pocket, and it fell out on the ground. I guess the mower was either upset with me or hungry, because it sucked it up and spit it out the other side. I nearly cried, as it's the first thing I really designed (not the hat part - it came from Happy Hooker, but the fleur part). Sure I can make another one, but still, there was my happy, favorite hat in a mangled pile of blue yarn, some purple flung about, full of grass and gunk from under the mower deck. Goodbye, mower, I'm sure I won't miss you, and you won't miss me.

OMG! OMG!

I have a new job! The secretary where I work is leaving, and the powers that be have deemed me worthy enough to take her position. I start next week. I'm nervous and scared and excited. I'm so so glad to have to opportunity to move up some, gain some more professional experience, and learn a lot of new things. I've spent the last three days in intense anticipation, and going around feeling like I'm going to throw up all the time. This is definitely a good change.

Thank you, Josh Ritter

Oh bring me the love that can sweeten a sword
A boat that can love the rocks or the shore
The love of the iceberg reaching out for a wreck
Can you love me like the crosses love the nape of the neck?
- To the Dogs or Whoever from The Historical Conquests of Josh Ritter