I managed to sneak in, after a bit of family negotiations on the car/scheduling thing, a few minutes at Purlescence. Got back later than I’d wanted (the shop’s clock had stopped. I didn’t notice right away. I actually had a good excuse.)Â I grabbed my purse and ran inside, grabbed the kid, jumped in the other car to run an errand with her–saving some gas mileage with the Prius rather than my doddering minivan–then she drove home so I could jump out and she could take off again: you know, the normal family your-car-my-car-goes here-goes there errand-y stuff.
She was off on her merry way for the evening before I realized that, wait: she’s got her dad’s car. And his keys.
And my car keys, accidentally left behind when I swapped seats with her.
That new 75% off Silk Road $2.50 ball of yarn from their sale with a specific intent and deadline in mind. It is sitting in my driveway, ignored and unknittable, and I can’t do a thing about it right now. AAA Emergency Roadside probably wouldn’t be amused.
Well, huh. I wonder if I could find some other yarn around here to play with in the meantime.
(Added later: where there’s a will, there’s a spare set. Silkroad in the key of Jo Sharp. There you go.)