I wonder what my dogs are thinking. Do they dream? Do they really understand what we say? My Goofy dog will bark at me and try to climb up in my lap. ("try" being the key word, as he's 50+ pounds of big black dumbo dog) After I shove him back down for the third or fourth time, he sighs and flops onto the floor (yep, like a 3 year old throwing a tantrum) and goes to sleep. What's that about? I obviously don't get it.
Joe woke me up this morning from a dream. He said my legs were twitching like Gracie's when she's having a running dream, and I supposedly said "YOU go to hell" right out loud. I think its funny but I don't have a clue what that was all about. I doubt if I was chasing rabbits...
You know those knit swatches hanging on the yarn display racks at Wal-Mart, Jo-Anns, Michaels, etc. Where do those come from? Do the yarn companies have people knitting 4" squares to be sent to all the retailers? Can you imagine that you've been given a huge case of foo-foo yarn and your job is to knit swatches until the case is empty? Like hundreds of thousands of swatches? Or hundreds of thousands of men, women, and children knitting these swatches for pennies a day? Or are they knit on a machine? I wonder about this. It boggles my mind. I asked Joe and he says they are knit on machines. Even the snarly foo-foo yarn?
Here's something funny from the "global warming" files. According to the Anchorage (Alaska) Daily News website, its 42-degrees there today.
Here in the Texas panhandle, its icy and 32-degrees. Yup, its warmer in Alaska!