Lest you think me paranoid

the safety inspection people arrived today...while I was in the bathroom. Luckily I woke Mark up just in case. Anyway it turned out not to be too bad, although the one inspector apparently needed the entire apartment office staff to escort him.

Also: I finished both the quilted tablerunner and the Hemingway book, which was good, except I think the author tried to go for style a bit too much. I don't mind a bit of it, but the book was littered with passages like: "the family photos gaze up at you, sepia-toned moments in time; a family in transition." That sort of thing belongs in novels. Lately I've been reading a lot about knitting, but not really reading alot at all, mostly working and sewing and watching George. Tomorrow the Widge and I are going back to the Renaissance Festival, that should be fun.

See Skippy babble. Not a very interesting post, so here comes the action: I hit a car the other day. But for the action portion of the post, there isn't really much action. I was backing the truck out at our parking lot and I dinged the car next to me. Our parking lot is full of crappy cars, including one that has a door duct-taped shut, and apparently keeps the drivers door closed using bungee cords. But I had to ding a mustang. I'm happy to report that the Fauquier County deputy was very nice.