First, happy belated birthday to astrogirl2
and happy early birthday to mrwubbles
! Sorry to those I've missed; my birthday wishes are very hit-and-miss, and please don't take it personally if I miss yours!
I've seen a couple of movies lately and thought I'd share. I'm trying not to give too many spoilers, but to give a little idea of what the movie is about.( The Queen )( Hancock )
We returned home from the movie to enter a house with twin trails of bright pink yarn stretching from my home office out of sight. Small Child was given a knitting set for her birthday; I'd had one skein and the needles in my office to practice with some videos I was going to watch on the Internet before I helped her learn to knit. I'd never gotten around to the videos, Doofus the Cat had already attacked the ball of yarn once, and Brilliant Husband had consigned the yarn to the cubby of my desk, which has a door that hasn't closed in years.
Further investigation showed that part of the skein was out of my cubby but still on my desk, trapped by two old appointment calendars that had fallen on it--thank goodness. Doofus had, however, managed to get a large loop stretched all the way from my desk through the corner of the living room (around a table) through the kitchen (around a table and chair and two carts full of bookbooks), into the dining room. The clump of yarn had stopped less than a foot short of the water bowl. He often saves his prizes in the water bowl, whether to drown them or to be sure he can find them later because he knows he's an idiot and he loses everything that's not by the food we don't know. I'm very glad the yarn didn't make it to the water bowl, because that would have been unpleasant.
We picked up the yarn and brought it to the family room; I found a loose end and started making a ball. I thought this would be quick and easy.
It took the two of us (BH and me, not Doofus and me!) forty minutes to disentangle it, and only then could I make a ball of it (which didn't take all that long, by itself). The ball is now locked securely in the wicker basket that holds the rest of the kit. Stupid cat! It was quite amazing; I wanted to take a picture or some video of it, but we were afraid it didn't really look as impressive as it truly was. I'll leave it to your imaginations.
The adventures at home aren't quite as funny as the adventures in the movies, but they actually involved less property damage than Hancock
WARNING: SPOILERS on the movies allowed in comments.