I need dishcloths more than I need rags.
I speculate that our dishcloths get holes in them because we wash sharp things carelessly and accidentally cut the yarn. It's dorky, but I get happy about choosing the yarn colors to darn the holes. Colors make me so happy.
To radically change the subject, what is NOT making me happy is trying to figure out schooling for our children next year. We are planning to put Ben in preschool (where? where? where?). Genevieve will be in first grade (where? where? oh, nevermind). I told my husband that I had patience enough to discuss it for 15 minutes last night. I had done some preliminary checking and note-taking, just so you know I'm holding up my end of the parental decision.