Why is everything taking so long

I finally finished the long strap on Wendy's Lucy bag . . . I think it took longer to knit those 17 stitches 200 times than it did to knit the rest of the bag. I have a good four inches done on the short strap. And, I think I have that whole Kitchner's thing down. I did not cast on Z-man's sweater this weekend. We, Dave, Lindsey and Z-man went outlet shopping. I love shopping with Dave. I always feel so guilty when I buy stuff that is extravagent and he just does it. We bought new cocktail tumblers at Mikasa. They were $8 each and we bought four. He also bought seven new shirts. I have to cut the sleeves off of two of them since he won't wear long sleeves but he really liked the colors.

Anyway, on the way to Lodi, I managed to get mucho of the strap done. On the way back though we took the scenic route and had the windows rolled down. It was a lovely drive and I didn't do any knitting.

Last night (Sunday), I had the tv on, knitting in hand and Elizabeth Zimmerman's instructions on Kitchner's at hand. Dave commented on the fact that I was watching tv, reading and knitting? HA! I am superwoman. I did point out to him finally, that the knitting and reading go hand-in-hand.

We are going to have a discussion over the fact that he keeps messing with my knitting stuff. I have my knitting needle case, two bags (one with books, one with WIP) next to chair. During the summer months, he becomes the domestic diva and vacuums. A lot. And moves the furniture. And keeps messing with my stuff. He picks it up, puts it on the chair that I sit on and doesn't put it back. Makes me crazed.

This morning I was working on my bowl for my one skein SP. But for whatever reason, I have decided that knitting on the morning bus hurts. I must sit funny or something. Maybe I should switch sits. It also doesn't help that one of regular riders gets on and friggin always opens the window. I end up wanting to wrap my knitting around myself. Its morning. I've only been awake 45 minutes. I want to be snuggling in my bed with a blanket and he opens the stupid window. I think, tomorrow, I will sit in his seat!