Sockapalooza
I decided that I did not have enough started, what with the Knitters without borders mittens and the everyday cardigan, so I planned out my sockapalooza. It has to be mailed out on or about March 15, so what am I waiting for?

Friday Harbor sock from Knitting on the Road and Luscious mountain colors yarn, colorway lost trail.
It was a scary, scary, scary, scary monster!
Most of the times at 3 am I am blissfully sleeping. Last night around that time, Derek, the eternal nightowl of the family, is standing in our bedroom at that time saying, "Mom, did you just hear the doorbell ring?"
Hmm. No, I tell him. Of course, I could have missed it amongst my snoozing. He was downstairs at his computer playing some gosh awful game with all his night owl friends online. Then I have the thought..Why would someone be at our door at 3 am? Derek speaks it out loud for all of us. "It's kinda spooky!"
Andy and I get out of bed and the three of us stand in the bedroom window looking down at the sleepy neighborhood for longer than any adults standing in a window wearing pajamas and rumpled sleepy hair really should. We are huddled together, figuring that the straggly ax murderer that is standing at our door, ringing the doorbell for access to slaughter us all will get tired of his wait and go to the next house.
Knowing that Derek is "creeped out" and that he still has to shut down his computer, I make for the stairs, figuring that brave hubby is close behind, ready to protect his family at any cost. Um. Wrong. Hubby is back in the warm covers mumbling something like, "Don't forget to turn out the lights".
Okay, so it's Derek and me, creeping down the stairs at 3:15 peering into each shadow as if it's the polite bell ringing intruder. Adrenaline pours through our veins, our hearts pump so loud they scare us. We both put our faces in the front window to see if anybody is standing on the porch. There is not. Phew. He left, that ax murderer! Thank Goodness he did not use his ax to bust the door down.
I decide at that moment to do what any decent knitblogger would do at 3:20 am. I sit at my computer to check to see if there are any blog updates. Oh, good, Norma has updated. I leave her a message, wondering if she will notice that I am up at 3:30 am. She did. Notice. She's quick like that.
Derek is sitting at his computer, finishing up what he needs to so we can go to bed. Again. He says, "Oh, my god, Mom, come listen to this!" Since every creak and noise in this drafty old house is sounding ominous, I get cold all over and go into the room. He hands me the headphones while telling me that his friend sent over a clip for him to watch. One with puppet-y type things and they are standing at a doorway delivering a package. I don't watch any more when I hear the doorbell sound in the headphones. He tells me that while waiting for the video to load, he minimized it and continued his computer game. The sound of the clip was all music. Except for that realistic doorbell sound. Which, coincidentally sounds exactly like OUR doorbell. Go figure! While only listening to the clip, the doorbell sounded real to him. We have a good, nervous little laugh and both head to bed.
One more night has passed with the local ax murderer not getting my family. Life is good.