Curses! Foiled again!

Like a good little Christmas knitter, I wound up my target yarn (Mountain Colors Midnight Sapphire) last night and tucked it back in my room of doom for needling today.  This morning, I was intent on a fury of Ebay listing (don't get your needles in a wad, there weren't any knitting related items) and Howdy snuck up on me.  In the open drawer of my desk was sitting an unwound skein of MC Granite Peak.  Howdy looked at it and said, "who's socks are those?"  Being just as smart-alecky as he is, I said, "we need a lesson here...this is a skein of yarn, it isn't socks, it won't stay on your foot and it will just get all tangled and messy if you try to wear it."  Thusly, I managed to avoid the question entirely.  However...I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was hoping I'd say, "well they're for you, you dashing and sexy hunk of a man, you."  So now I am faced with a decision...proceed with yarn choice #1, or move on to yarn choice #2:

Naturally, I already picked #1, but it would be oh so awful to have to make this into socks for me instead, wouldn't it?

Daughter the younger brought to my attention that her cat Lenny has set up his own blog.  Lenny has capitalization issues and the same problem with parentheses that the rest of the family seems to be plagued with.  Apparently he's never been warned about the dangers of chatting online to other cats, either.  However, I know you guys all know just nice cats that Lenny might penpal with, so I'll pass on Lenny's blog address in case you know a kitty who wants to spend their computer time more productively than playing online poker. 

Next thing you know, the houseplants will have blogs, too.