One. Two. Three. Four.

I'm really glad I'm the only one in the apartment right now. As I crochet, it helps to count my stitches out loud. Counting them out loud in different accents? Even Better! You should try it, it's amusing me to no end. You could see why this might be a concern for others if they were here to witness this, right? 

I'm working on different languages, too. It doesn't really help as much though, because I only know up to 7 in French and 10 in Spanish.

On a side note, did The Count from Sesame Street scare the hell out of anyone else? I was terrified of him, but now that I'm older, it's fun scaring my nieces. I don't know if they're scared of him, but when my mini-me was little, she watched the Sesame Street sing-a-longs religiously- mainly Elmo, but I do recall having to listen to this song on many occasions. It's quite catchy, don't ya think? I've listened to it like 10 times. I shouldn't have admitted that, huh? I guess I shouldn't admit now I have moved on to searching all Sesame Street songs that I remember from childhood? Alright. Have. To. Crochet.

enough.