harriet is no more

So, the friendly hamster named Harriet has gone to the big wheel in the sky.

Thus, leaving me alone in the flat I let.

*sigh*

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, so I am ready for the ham loaf. Bring on the ham loaf and the other fixings. Aunt Carolyn , Uncle Bob and Cousin Daniel are up from Florida to visit and partake in the joys of ham loaf.

Sweetie is home also, to partake of turkey with Stella and Berkley. Yeah for home!!!

The Cousin Jamie socks are still a work in progress, but I look forward for them to be done by Feb of '09.

That isn't so bad, since Sweetie just got his pair of socks that I promised him Christmas '07 literally last night. What is 11 months between friends? A stitch in time, my friends.

unmatched soles

Socks, socks and still the same socks!!! I have somehow screwed up matching up the sock's sole mate and the bastard heel will be ripped to back yet again. And Harriet the Hamster has learned a new bad word. If my hamster could talk, I'm sure that she'd make a sailor blush! Thank goodness for muteness.

So, I guess a parrot will never be in my future as a pet.

Maybe Sweetie will receive his 2007 birthday/Christmas gift by Christmas 2008. No promises though!

Harriet the Hamster

Or as I like to torment my mother... the closest you're going to come being a grandma.

Harriet's House, fabulously residing in my bathroom.

My attempt to be a nature photographer gone astray.

She's harder to catch than she looks. Promise.