I was just reading about Lance Armstrong and "his handlers." Huh? They're P.R. people, aren't they, struggling to keep the spotlight on ol' Lance, his name in the news, endorsement and licensing offers rolling in? Well, they must be doing an okay job -- I noticed his name this morning -- but the fact that Lance has "handlers" is kind of sickening. Has comes off as arrogant -- has he always been that way? I wonder if he really is. I'm not sure that's even the right word -- he seems even beyond arrogance. Is there a word for that? Am I the last to know?
Mdd's home sick today -- a late summer cold. I wonder if something's going around. I talk to a machine when I call her in, so no one to ask.
We're a four-car family -- and as sick as that sounds, especially with gas still over $3/gallon in these parts, I'm without wheels today. Ai needed some transmission work and it was supposed to be done yesterday, but guess what? Yeah. Kt's at school and DH rode the ferry across the lake yesterday for a work thing, so Ai has my car and dropped me off at work on her way to school this morning and she has to work this afternoon/evening and, well, fingers are crossed that I'll find a way home tonight.
I cast off the Cash Iroha part of my sleeve and cast on the Blossom part and I'm amped about this sweater -- I hope the feeling holds. There are just a few Blossom rows to go; I think I'm going to block them as soon as it's off the needles. On the weekend itinerary is a meet-up with Mom at the farmer's market tomorrow -- early -- and then driving down to a shop I've never been to before, The Knitting Room in Fond du Lac. I'm on a mission and I think they've got what I need! Football on Sunday. Check out one of the cutest Packer fans I've ever seen. All little Henry needs is a little cheesehead!