I regret to inform you that I have no spectacular crimes to report this week.
I could, of course, give a run down of all the minor crimes, but I am already bored with the idea of listing all my hateful thoughts, moments of impatience, and cookies ingested. I didn't even drink too much on my birthday (despite much encouragement from friends, waiters and busboys and the entire upper west side).
So today I am going to shake things up a bit and describe a sin I am planning on committing this afternoon: I am going to the yarn shop (again) and while I am there, I am going to surreptitiously take a picture of a pattern grid I need to complete a certain long overdue project. Yes, I should buy the book. Ordinarily, I would, but I already own the book. The difficulty is that I can't look at it because it is at Buzz and Leta's and I don't have time today to go all the way to NJ today. So I am going to, uh, "steal" the pattern.
So the big excitement of my weekend will be swiping a needlework pattern. Could my life be any more thick and ordinary?
(I am going climbing after church tonight. I'll try to fall dramatically so as not to be so profoundly dull. Thank you).