His thought processes must not be working right...

In my household we have our particular chores. J does the laundry, and I do everything else. This has worked out fine for us over the years, mainly because I loathe doing laundry more than anything in the world and J is not bothered by it at all. That being said, my father-in-law will be at our house this evening, so when I left for work this morning, I told J that he should get the giant pile of clean clothes off of the guest bed so that his father has somewhere to sleep tonight. He didn't have to be at work until 2pm, so he had plenty of time to deal with the laundry.  

Fast forward now, to when I walk in the door at 7pm. I look in the guest room, and low and behold, the laundry is gone. I walk back to our bedroom, and this is what I find. Apparently he wants his father to sleep comfortably, but he and I will need to sleep on the floor, since the mountain of clean clothes has migrated to our bed. I just picked everything up and threw it in a laundry basket, the entire time wondering exactly what goes on in his head sometimes.

Do You Ever Have One of Those Days...

I am in a funk today, and I am not super sure why. It hasn't been a bad day, or a good day, just a "meh" kind of day.  My main problem lately is that I am bored. J keeps working the closing shift at work, getting home around 11pm every night, meaning that since I get home sometime between 5-7pm I am just sitting around waiting for him to come home.

On a bright side I have gotten lots and lots knitted. I am on a roll knitting socks. I just finished a pair of ribbed socks for myself, in a cool colorway. And I have one in a pair of Flutter-By Socks, that I am hoping to send to my sister for her birthday on the 25th.

I am working away on this Sean Wrap for the shop, but mainly the only thing getting me through it right now is that I want it to be over with so I can work on stuff I want to work on. I like the Lima yarn that it is knit in, but it is also kind of a pain on my Knit Picks, because the needles keep going into the weird braided yarn and making it fuzzy.

What I should be reading vs. What I am reading

What I Should be Reading....

This month, my bookclub is reading The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold. This is a perfectly good book, well at least it was the last time I read it. I read this one in 2004 in Ukraine; therefore, I feel no guilt about not reading it again for book club, mainly since we will go see the movie anyway, which will be like a refresher course. I kind of remember it, a young teenager gets killed and the whole rest of the book is her watching over her family to see how they move on after her death.
But lets be honest, all I did in Ukraine was read, anything I could get my hands on, even the HUMONGUS Forsythe Saga, and Dracula for the 5th time. I also read every single Sherlock Holmes novel and short story, so I may be a little muddled about the finer details of The Lovely Bones in particular. Oh well...

What I am Actually Reading...
I recently finished Season 4 of Dexter on Showtime, and since there is not other season for me to watch I started in on the books. I may skip over this one since it seems to be just like Season 1 of the series.  But as far as I understand the subsequent books veer off of the tv series, so I may just skip on to the next one, since I already know all about the Ice Truck Killer.

So, someone sent me all six books in this series for the holidays, so I am about 100 pages into the first one Dark Lover. I had heard good things about this series online, and I will admit to having a thing for vampire romance books, but so far this one is kind of out there. I mean, firstly I have a problem with the main male character, a blind king of the vampires, that from all physical descriptions in the book, must be 9 feet tall and have more muscles than Mike Tyson in his prime. Let us not forget all the leather he is covered in. Honestly, if a man like that walked up to me, I would be more inclined to run away screaming than thrust my wanton breasts into his lap. Also, his name is Wrath, it might as well have been Fang. All of the other guys in the book have odd names also, like Rhage, and Torhment. Will I get through this book? Who knows...