Happy Birthday Dill!

It’s official! As of yesterday (yes, Christmas) Dill Her0 is officially an old mofo.
He would also like to point out that he is officially in his 40’s, married to a woman in her 20’s. (at least for a little bit longer)!

It’s alright Dill. You may be 40, but you’re still a bad ass.

Happy Birthday Dill!

It’s official! As of yesterday (yes, Christmas) Dill Her0 is officially an old mofo.
He would also like to point out that he is officially in his 40’s, married to a woman in her 20’s. (at least for a little bit longer)!

It’s alright Dill. You may be 40, but you’re still a bad ass.

Happy Birthday Dill!

It’s official! As of yesterday (yes, Christmas) Dill Her0 is officially an old mofo.
He would also like to point out that he is officially in his 40’s, married to a woman in her 20’s. (at least for a little bit longer)!

It’s alright Dill. You may be 40, but you’re still a bad ass.

Proof that there is a God, and that God likes Derby knitters.

In my typical chaotic workday madness, I was trying to watch the counter, order new gift cards, and finish up some arm warmers. When someone came up to the front, I set my knitting down on top of my purse, and headed to the counter. Made a mocha, came back to my desk, and tripped over my knitting, yanking the WIP and my dpn’s directly in to puncture my heel. I felt the needle puncture skin, but when I pulled my sock off, saw that my derby callous on my heel had saved me from any real damage.

See? God likes derby girls! I promise to never, every, bitch about my ugly scabby derby feet again. Or at least not as much.

Proof that there is a God, and that God likes Derby knitters.

In my typical chaotic workday madness, I was trying to watch the counter, order new gift cards, and finish up some arm warmers. When someone came up to the front, I set my knitting down on top of my purse, and headed to the counter. Made a mocha, came back to my desk, and tripped over my knitting, yanking the WIP and my dpn’s directly in to puncture my heel. I felt the needle puncture skin, but when I pulled my sock off, saw that my derby callous on my heel had saved me from any real damage.

See? God likes derby girls! I promise to never, every, bitch about my ugly scabby derby feet again. Or at least not as much.