Pop-Tart. Day 22.

Ramon brought home dinner and a bottle of wine. Shortly after he got the grill going he popped the cork. We mused over each-other's day while I worked on knitting my sweater sleeve, since it was time to put the sewing projects away. My sewing, drafting and cutting table is also our kitchen table, and a cat play-toy.

As soon as he tasted the Zin, he inquired, "Is this Zin or a Pop-Tart?"

Dinner delicous, and not whining about the wine I asked at the end of dinner, "So, do you think I can make it through the rest of this sleeve tonight?"

"Well, how much pop-tart have you had?" Quizzically looking at my glass.

Needless to say, it is not this sleeve's night, tonight. Wa wa wa waaaaaaaaa. At least I made some progress on it today. A sleeve a day? Not today :(