Knitting rules!

Before the alarm rings at seven in the morning, I have to reach over and search for the remote control (which is never where I left it the night before). Knitty Gritty, one of the few television shows I enjoy watching, airs at an ungodly hour here in NYC, and heaven forbid I should get out of bed (!) to turn the blasted teevee on. However, the "Knitting Rules!" episode featuring La Harlot herself, will air today everywhere but here in this house, it seems. I can't find it anywhere in the listings. Whatever shall I do...

What am I doing here?

How did this happen? One minute, my daughther is checking her assignment pad, the next thing she is convinced I am trying to take over her homework. Do I have to comment? I then start typing everything she says? Seriously. She was one typo away from ending up on the properly assigned page. She is convinced I will never, ever use this blogpage again. Should I try to prove her wrong?... I will let her sort things out. This is now my blog. Number 3 realized where she erred. All is well with the world as we know it. ttfn ;)