Baby sweater is complete. It looks like this.
Just look at that lovely view of traffic and rooftops. Pardon the reflections; it was sundown.
Thursday, and this is why I bitch about the parking on my street, these signs were posted.
To what do I owe this inconvenience? ENTOURAGE! I don't care how cute Adrian Grenier is, I get mighty peeved when my parking is taken up for trailers. Just one of the hazards of living in the heart of the 'wood--Hollywood, that is.
Note there is no time listed on the sign. So imagine my irritation when Mr. Parking Enforcer said to me, as I was getting into my car at 8:10am, "You're lucky. I was just about to have you towed." I glanced around, noticed I was indeed the only car on the street, and said, "Um, why?"
He pointed to the sign. "Yeah, I know, but I live here."
Him: "That doesn't matter. All cars are supposed to be off the street by 8:00."
Me: "Sez who?" (I know; I'm so mature)
Him: "Says the notice that was posted on your front door."
Me: "There was no notice on MY front door. I noticed the sign last night when I parked, but the sign doesn't have a time listed."
Him: "It's from 8:00am to 8:00pm. The notices were posted everywhere."
Me: "Everywhere but my door."
Him: "You're just lucky."
Me: "So what's this for anyway?"
Him: "Entourage...you know, the TV show. They're filming up the street."
Yeah, they filmed up the street on the 7th floor of a building on the corner, but they have to take up three streets for the freakin' trailers. Arrgggh!!!
Let's see, do I have anything else to say? Sweater? Check. Parking? Check. Work? Check.
That ought to do it. I have to do laundry and bake brownies tomorrow. Here's hoping I have enough cash for quarters and that the brownies don't burn.