Yarn Chicken

I had a serious game of yarn chicken going on with this hat, but I won in the end with nearly 12" of yarn left over.  

 I still have to weave in all the ends, but I like how it turned out.  Now comes the hard part:  deciding which yarn to cast on with next.  I think I'll do the old close my eyes and grab something and see what we come up with.

In other news, I tracked down my coworker and yes, he does still collect scrap metal.  However, we got distracted talking about Micah Parsons, and the Bills, and another coworker joined the conversation and we talked about Mississippi State upsetting Arizona State, and in all that, we never set up a time for him to come get it.  

I'll try to get up with him tomorrow and see when he wants to do that.  

In the meantime, I haven't heard back from either the tree guy or the plumber.  At this point, I really am beginning to think it's me.   I don't understand.  My money spends just as well as a man's, and I can't fathom what I might say that's turning them off.  Heck, I didn't even talk to the tree guy, just to his wife.  But in all fairness, she did say next week, not Monday specifically, so maybe he'll get up with me sometime this week. 

I don't know about the plumber.  I guess I'm just going to have to go to plumber school and take care of it myself, because I have had the most terrible luck finding one who will actually show up and do the job.  Oh, well.  Maybe I don't really need that one sink after all.  

And maybe the tree limbs won't fall out onto my head while I'm sitting at my fire pit.  

And maybe unicorns will show up farting rainbows and fairy dust and I'll win the lottery and sell this dump and move back to Texas.  

I give up.  I'm going to bed.