Mark and I went to the Poconos for a few days over Labor Day weekend. Could have stayed for a month. It's not hard to get used to someone else making the beds, cooking for you, entertaining you... and the plunge pool IN the room wasn't hard to take. Or the heart-shaped jacuzzi. Or the champagne and numnums my BFF had delivered to the room.
Worked on a voodoo doll while there - hard to knit bad vibes into anything while in such a tranquil place, though. But since the subject that the doll is modeled after is such a disagreeable wench, I managed to work up a few sparks of righteous outrage while stockinetting away. (Is that a verb? WhatEv.)
As soon as I find my camera cable, will get some pictures of what's OTN.
