Some knitting... and a funny drug story.

So here's an actual finished object. A close-up of the second washcloth for Kerri's new house. Yay me. The first one is the opposite color scheme of this one. I have two more balls of yarn for Kerri, so at least 2 more - and her house is almost hers - closing is on Monday. Everyone send serious good-house vibes to Kerri on Monday.
Nothing new on our house front. We haven't even looked at anything yet.

Next...
The Log Cabin baby blanket:


When is it done? Anyone know?
It's about receiving blanket size now - I'm thinking a few more rounds. I bought some yarn to make one for Bean - there was a sale on the cotton yarn that you use for the washcloths. Apparently people are using that yarn for these blankets too... I thought I'd give it a shot. I bought bright colors: lime green and hot pink and bright blue and yellow... I'll post a picture when I start it.
I really need to finish this one first. AND sew in the frickin ends.


Now on to the funny drug story... I know that drugs aren't funny. I know. But remember yesterday's drug test drama? I drove across town and picked up a letter from my doctor saying that I was taking the meds for migraines and that I was not a crazy addict. I drove it back across town and went to the corporate office of the Hospice. I brushed my hair and made sure I looked innocent and nice and drug free... and I seriously AM. (Hell, if I were on drugs I wouldn't be so freaked out about this. I'd be all mellow).
I figured that if I made sure to do it in person and I wasn't just a name on a positive drug test it might help. So I walked inside and asked for the "program integrity" person. The receptionist said I should sit and wait... and wait... and wait. Seriously? I would have brought in my knitting if I'd known I was going to have to wait so long. I practiced sitting still and calmly and tried to radiate clean living, and mentally went through my purse trying to remember if there was a sudoku book or something at the bottom.
After about 30 minutes I thought, "My hands are sort of dry and itchy, I'll put some lotion on them."
Here is a picture of the only lotion that I have in my purse right now:

Sorry about the fuzziness of the picture. It's a small bottle.

Of COURSE Hempz lotion would be in my purse. Big 'ol pot leaf on the front and everything. (It's really good lotion!! Try it... unless you're trying to prove to someone that you are totally NOT a drug person.

I decided to just go dry and itchy.

The woman finally came to talk to me. She said she thought my note would be sufficient. She's supposed to call me - so far nothing. The whole thing is funny at this point. It sort of has to be. I have done everything that can be done at this point and if it's not good enough then so be it.