A few days ago happened to be a day for surprises...
First off I was notified that this had had been recieved by well, the recipient... It happens to be the pomatomus socks that I painstakingly slaved over for hours and hours in time to be completed right before a coming birthday just to sit for two weeks waiting to go to the post office... How do you like the bounty paper towel wrapping trimmed with the giant scrap-yarn pom-pom? Yeah I thought so too. OK so maybe recieving a birthday present isn't much of a surprise... but I'm sure she was a surprised that it show up in the mail almost 3 weeks late! (Well, no she probably wasn't suprised about that either... she knows me too well.) The pomatomus socks seem to have been appreciated though =D and I quote from an e-mail "Those socks are absolutely amazing. they came yesterday. Mom and I just sort of stood there and looked at them and tried to figure it out." I think that was figuring it out in a good way . Pretty sure it wasn't like "Dude... um... socks... for my birthday... uh... thanks..." sort of figuring it out... ;-)

The card that went along with it had this on the front.
I thought it suited her. I wish I'd taken a picture of the whole finished card... ah well, the rest of it was ok but didn't really turn out that fabulous.

Oh yeah, for the record, no, the birthday girl does NOT dress like that, OR have hair that even remotely resembles this image... It's was a joke.

The other surprise was finding this:
I was digging blindly in my knitting bag for my measuring tape, and I came up with this little teeny police helicopter. Apprently all crew survived, I didn't find any teeny bodies or dismembered... members...? to speak of. Presumably the crash was caused my the loss of a propeller, a necessary component for a helicopter, or atleast, one that plans on flying anywhere. I guess if I were flying along minding my own business when my propeller fell off I would like to be over a knitting bag. Permiting I didn't impale my chopper or myself on one of those knitting needles in the process.

At some point after the crash the helicopter sunk down to the depths of my knitting bag among a tangled mass of yarn. The specific date of the crash has not yet, or may ever be, determined. Names of the pilots and crew aboard at the time of the crash have not been released.