Blogstalking acronyms - UFOs & POVs

Hello! We are weezatoes (not to be confused with cameltoes). No, we are not an unfortunate and presumably uncomfortable fashion faux pas. weezalana asked us to step in (step in, HA!) for the blogstalking POV assignment, as she does not have pets (other than Hubster, but he doesn't like taking pictures. And he sucks at it.) She wants us to sneak in the UFO assignment, too. She doesn't have any longstanding knitting UFOs, 'cause she's a freaky finisher, but we'll see what we can find.

Wakey Wakey

Aw, man! Freaking 5am again? *sigh* But it's so nice and toasty in here. Stupid job. When is Hubster going to win the lottery already and support us in the lifestyle to which we'd like to become accustomed? Wasn't that part of the master plan?



Ow. Dammit. We hate it when she's sleepy.



Good gourd, when are they going to renovate this bathroom? It's hella fugly. Clawfoot tub's nice though. Red, but nice.



Now let's see, what do we get to wear today? Oooo, yeah, the green mules! We like those. Even if they make farty noises sometimes.



Hasn't she finished that jewelry box yet? What's it been, four years? I remember when she got that thing, it was hideous! But she sanded it all down, stained it that nice dark cherry color, put in all new felt and hardware and now look at it. The front came out so nice! But for some reason she stalled after that.



It even spins, too! She just got around to putting in those hooky things on the back last week. Wonder if she'll get around to the doors before the decade mark.

Wha?
This portion of our day has been mementoed (toed, HA!) for self-preservation purposes. Otherwise she'd spend all day kicking things at her boring-arse job. Some of those things being people.

Some enchanted evening

Ahh, nice and clean after a long day. We like it when she keeps us painted all nice and pretty. Although someone really should take away her cuticle nippers. Permanently. It's not her gift.



Heeee, foot strokies. We likey when Hubster gives the foot strokies.

Nighty night

Brrr, we're cold. Wait, I know! Let's just stick ourselves riiiiight into that nook behind Hubster's kneecaps. It's always nice and warm in there! (If not a little hairy.) It makes him squeal like a little girl sometimes, but hey, the toes gotta do what the toes gotta do.