Love Is. . .

. . . knitting socks for someone whose feet are twice the size of your own.

Here they are, his and hers knitted socks. Twenty-thousand stitches of love (approximate count) in each pair. It's a little chilly and damp here today, so we both wore out handknit socks.

ZMrK came over to give me a kiss a few minutes ago. I was in my usual position, knitting on the bed. When he moved away, he tripped backwards over my knitting basket, and threw himself on the floor in a mock-fall. It was then that I was busted.

"You were looking at my socks the whole time! You didn't even look to see if I got hurt! You were saying, 'Yeah, those socks look goooood.'"

I didn't deny it.

I really love that man.

I wasn't as much of a couch-potato today as I expected. It's 5:46 p.m. and we haven't even watched a movie yet. Looney Tunes, yes, but no movies. We walked -- yes, on a drizzly day -- to the mall, so we could get some cement stuff for ZMrK to fix the hole in the wall, and for me to use my 30% off Borders Rewards coupon. I got Yarn Harlot, and have already read about a quarter. I need to figure out how to knit and read; we have a music stand, but it's hard to get paperbacks to stay open on their own. Maybe I can hire a cabana boy to hold my book open for me. Screw putting sunblock on my back, just hold open the damn book!

Hey, I'm up to 4,549 steps today! Not bad for a lazy Sunday!

Boredom + Rainy Sunday + Very Lazy Cat + Sleeve Knitting =