shove it down

So Jill is taking me to the Sheep and Wool Festival! I am way too excited since it is like, six weeks away. Five? I don't know. I'm too excited to look at a calendar.
I don't know what the hell I'm doing typing right now, when I should be knitting up some of the ZILLION patterns I am working on!
I am going to buy the fuck out of some yarn.
There are a ZILLION vendors! And I checked the list, because in this area there's always the risk that my Aunt is at one of these places. She's a potter, and she's crazy, and I try really hard to avoid her now because she called me a whore and told me I was ruining my life and wasn't going to ever amount to anything... Because I had gone out one night for my birthday.
So, fuck that noise.
Anyway, she's not on the list so I'm sure she's not there. It's early in the season for her and she's probably not back from Florida yet anyway.
But I'm really fucking excited. Really excited.
I'm going to save every available dollar until then, because with potters on the vendors list I know I'll want to buy stuff for Jon's and my house when we get it, and nice pottery costs nice cash (usually).
I'm also determined to buy a drop spindle, and since there's a drop spindle class happening I'm SURE I will be able to purchase one....
omgomgomgomg.