I've washed it before... in cold water. Haven't I? I think I have... maybe I hand washed it. I thought the gentle cycle on the washer would be the same as hand washing... NOPE! Now my favorite soft fuzzy alpaca sweater with the llamas going all the way around the neck with one little gaucho man on the right shoulder is toddler sized. I guess I can let the dog wear it. So far I've tried stretching it wet, soaking it in shampoo and warm water, and cursing and throwing it. Currently I'm boiling it in vinegar water in a giant pasta pot. I don't think this is going to work either, and if it does, will I ever get the vinegar stink out? Oh well.
My New Year's Resolution List
1. Start exercising
2. Eat vegetables other than potatoes
3. Get out more and stop being a recluse.
I've yet to exercise, and I just bought veggies for the coming week. As for getting out, yesterday I went to the local museum to see the Pompeii exhibit. What a ZOO! I had a ticket for 1:30pm but was 10 minutes late due to parking difficulties... there was also a monster truck show in town and as I live in the SOUTH, every parking space was taken by those types. As I run into the museum (wearing my now useless favorite sweater) the volunteer at the door tells me I'm late and I'll have to get in line with the 1:45 folks. Ok, that's fair. After standing in line for over an hour, the 1:45ers and I notice they are letting the 2:00ers go in! RIOT! Those poor 80 year old museum volunteers must have thought we were going to stone them, so they sorted it all out and I finally got in to see the exhibit. I don't know if I'll ever get to see Pompeii Proper, but the tiny bits I did see were pretty poinient and a bit creepy. The gold jewelry was pretty still, and evidently they really DID wear coiled snakes around their arms like in the old movies. The casts of the dead were amazing... they even had a dog who had been tied up to guard a house. Poor fella.
If I thought that there were going to be single guys there to chat up, I was mistaken. It was mostly families with school age kiddies, with a few of the usual museum snobs thrown in. After the exhibit I tried to locate my favorite old west painting but it was not where it used to be and I didn't feel up to moseying around with the crowds looking for it. I like museums when I'm the only one in the room.
Speaking of museums... back in the 90s sometime, I was in DC with my parentals, enjoying the National Gallery. Well, I was enjoying it as best I could seeing as how I was on a vacation with my parents and you all know how that is. I was in a room looking down at some handout, and I heard Steve Martin's voice... I recognized it before I ever looked up and saw him... but it was him alright, in jeans, a crisp white button-down, and a baseball cap. I walked past him without even glancing his way then tore off down the hallway to the Rotunda where my parents sat (waiting for me to get through... they hate art). They didn't believe me so we went to find him, and there he was, just being a tourist and looking at Monets with his woman. We all filed into the room and pretended to look at Monets to get a better look at him. He was littler than I pictured.
To this day my Mother will say "Do you remember when we saw Steve Martin in Washington?" and My Dad will say "Aw that wasn't him it was just some guy that looked like him".
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