Ha! In French, crochet means 'hook'. This lends itself to many lame jokes, my favourite being "hookers do it with chains." Chain stitches, you perverts!

Linda's gone on maternity leave at last, and her baby is ready to get outta there. I know, I've seen it trying to push its way out of her belly! It's rather entertaining. Anyways, we got together yesterday to do some crocheting for the baby, and I made some non-scratch mittens and a baby toque, which Linda was happy to model for me. :)

Tonight there's a whole troupe of us going to see A Comedy of Errors performed by CanStage in High Park. We're going to make a picnic out of it, and there are rumours of guacamole, hummus, salad, some random wine from Kathy AND port wine, as well as cookies and cheese and baguette and all sorts of wonderful things. I've never read A Comedy of Errors, but I've heard that this year's performance is quite funny. Kathy and I have managed to go the last two or three summers and they always prove to be entertaining.

I think this is Calvin's look for "Why are you sitting there flashing that red light at me? You could be FEEDING me, silly human!"