Things Starting with K
(continuing a series started in 2010 with A)
- Keys. I have a horrible habit of locking keys in cars, forgetting them in the house when I'm leaving, or otherwise mismanaging locking things. Fortunately, I now have a car with a code on the door, and I can get in my house without a key if necessary.
- Knickknacks. It is so hard to get rid of tsotchkes that have been picked up from memorable places, or given to me from special people. On the other hand, if I keep gifts around for a couple of years, that's usually sufficient time that I can unload the stuff I don't really like. I've finally trained myself to only buy practical things. And S&Ps, which are inherently impractical for me anymore.
- Kazoo. One of my favorite words to say. It's just silly and noisy and fun. Also, who can't play one?
- Knee. I have a stellar bruise on my leg around the knee from falling on top of Beast when he fell the other night. His laptop then fell on top of me. It was a super-fabulous way to spend 1:45 a.m.
- Knitting. I should get back to this. I haven't knitted for a decade. I need to find some help, but someday I'll finish that damned afghan!
- Kvetching. There are few ways to waste time more completely and uselessly than complaining. And yet we do spend an awful lot of time doing it.
- Khakis. Are they even still a thing?
- Kitchen. My kitchen needs a complete deep-cleaning, the kind where you bring in the shovels to clear things. And then I can wipe down the counter and mop the floor and feel like one area of my house (and life) is totally under control.
- Kangaroo. Most awesome animal on earth. A friend was in Australia last fall. He went out for his morning jog and discovered he was being shadowed by a large kangaroo: thump ... thump ... thump. A bit weird, and hilarious.
- Keyboard. My new laptop has the extended keyboard with the number keys to the right. It's taking me some time to get used to, because the delete and other keys are set up differently from traditional keyboards. But I love the numberpad!!
- Kudzu. At my workplace, books are kudzu. They're just bloody EVERYWHERE!
- Kabob. Sounds yummy. We don't have anyplace nearby that serves proper kabob. Another reason I need to go back to England (or, apparently, Germany, according to Sparky).
- Kick. I'm having a weird nostalgic turn lately about playing kickball. I hated it when I was a kid, but for some reason I'm craving the concept of kicking something as far as possible.