It only hurts when I laugh.

Pain is not conducive to thinking about sex. And stitches in one's face are not conducive to one's good humor. But since it's Humor Day, I'll give it the old college try.

Being stuck at home recuperating, I've dragged out the old knitting needles and 2.5 pounds of cashmere to try to be creative. It's not working. I wanted to create an original aran-type sweater, with bits of genitalia in the cabling, but I'm a bit lazy and will probably just make an entrelac turtleneck instead. So here is a blog showcasing other knitted bits. I like the penis (with cabled veins!) but what would you do with it? I refuse to make things which serve no purpose.

In the meantime, I've corralled my creativity to the kitchen. Monday I made Seafood Gumbo, Tuesday I smoked some chicken to make Gumbo Ya-Ya (Smoked Chicken and Andouille), and I've just baked a shitload of Key Lime Pies. (Why yes, it is annoying to juice two 16 ounce bags of tiny key limes, why do you ask?) Mind you, I can't really eat any of this because I've still got stitches in my jaw, but it's something to do. It's more interesting than cleaning. I'll give some of it away, put the rest in the freezer.

Ah well, off to whip cream for the pies.