Kim is Frustrated

My regular lawn guy usually starts service in April.  For a reason he explained to me quite poorly, he wasn't going to start until "later."  So I waited.

Then the grass began to get worryingly tall, and I needed to find someone to cut it.  I found some services online that seemed worthy, but I have been stiffed by two different people from two different  companies in the last two weeks.  (One of them told me three times last week that he'd be here today.  Nope.)  The grass is now taller than Tap in some spots, and hard for him to maneuver through.

I'm taking a chance on another service, which is supposed to be here Tuesday.  Or maybe Wednesday.  If this one doesn't pan out. . .

Look. . .

Someone (and you know who you are) said that my lion looks like a bear in a veterinary Elizabethan collar.

And now I can't unseen it.

Thrills are Sometimes Small

 Y'aaaall.  I got some Christmas crafting paper today and my nails are nice and long.

It's a nice day.

TN.T.

"T N" today means Twinnie News.   

It's her birthday!  If you know her, you know she deserves all the good wishes, so head over and send her some.

The "T" is for two.  Two people figured out this was, indeed, a lion.

Funnily enough, Kim was one, Araignee the other.  Kim, I've got your address, but Araignee, please send me yours at handeyecraftsAThotmailDOTcom.  Thanks!

Minnows

 (Or, as my Southern self says, "minnas."). 

My Twinster asked if the treats I talked about yesterday were made of minnows.  Actually, they are minnows.  Freeze-dried, whole minnows.  I moved them around in the packaging because of, you know, the eyes.  The eyes continue to squick me out.

Speaking of food, I don't have one of those fancy banana racks, so my lion cookie jar stands in.

(I should point out that I like greenish bananas.  Not bananas that are ripe this minute, but way overly so by the time you get home from the store.  I'm extremely choosy on this.)

Next up from Arcane

Forestry greens and golds and browns. I'm probably going to make little booties instead of full socks.

Otherwise, a Monday.  Errands, crafts, you all know the drill.

So Picky

It appears that a couple of my pets are ichthyosnobs.  Tap's fondness for sardines has been covered here, as I think, has Maddie's and Riley's aversion to them.

In another pet subscription box recently came a bag of minnows.  My assumption was dog yes, cats no.  Nope.  Riley is still uninterested.  Tap refuses.  Maddie would gorge on them if she could.  Fish is obviously not fish.

What?!

Check out the minnows' packaging:

The minnows are made with minnow.  Good to know.

No need to submit any more guesses about the little cross-stitch animal.  Someone has won.  I'll unveil the finished piece on Tiny Needle Tuesday.

For What It's Worth

Another clue about the animal before I stitch what will surely give it away. 

I finished those socks I was working on, and wore them today.  They're very cushy-comfortable.  Well done, Arcane Fibreworks.  I might cast another pair with your yarn on fairly quickly.