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28 Nov 2007 - Wool Rash
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Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a big nit wit
That started from this thoughtless quip:
"I'll bet Hub Man can't knit."
One fine day, that when looked upon from this distance, looks more like 'one ominous day', after just about having my fill of being teased, goaded and razzed about going skydiving with my thrill seeking husband, I made a rash statement.
A very rash statement indeed.
So I says, says I, "Listen, if you hand knit a properly constructed, adult sized pair of socks, then I'll go skydiving."
If my life had a sound track, this is where the 'Dum-da dum dum' bit would play.
Quick as a wink, his hand shot out. "Shake on it?"
"Sure." says I. Thinking there's no way on God's green earth this is going to happen.
But since I am dealing with a slightly deranged man here, rather than skipping off to the yarn store to buy yarn and needles, he went in a completely different direction. Which for him usually starts by clicking on "EBAY".
Pretty soon, packages started to arrive.
Sigh.
Then one day this came in the mail:
Then a few more packages came. Along with how to books. And a friend was called in who is coming to dinner Monday next to teach some finer points of a new skill....
Do you think I should be worried at all?
Maybe just a little. . .
bit?
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