Boy Howdy
BY all rights, I ought to be annoyed at this moment. I got up early so that I could work on my knitting before I need to leave for work, "corrected" an error, and then (once I did the math -- arrgh), spent the last hour getting back to where I started.
But I don't even care. Because, dear friends, my husband is the Best Husband Ever.
Why, you ask?
He is taking me to ArtFibers for our first anniversary.
( As I understand it, there will also be some "visiting of relatives" and a mysterious thing they call "sightseeing", but seriously: we all know those are the Vegetables one must eat in order to get to the Dessert that is ArtFibers - it is yarn heaven.)
I am saving up now. With all this goodness to choose from, it's going to require a sizeable commitment.
But I don't even care. Because, dear friends, my husband is the Best Husband Ever.
Why, you ask?
He is taking me to ArtFibers for our first anniversary.
( As I understand it, there will also be some "visiting of relatives" and a mysterious thing they call "sightseeing", but seriously: we all know those are the Vegetables one must eat in order to get to the Dessert that is ArtFibers - it is yarn heaven.)
I am saving up now. With all this goodness to choose from, it's going to require a sizeable commitment.
posted by Cher at
7:24 AM
1 Comments:
That's great! If your husband doesn't want to actually accompany you into the crack den, I mean Art Fibers, I'm game to meet up there and encourage your purchasing.
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Lisa, at 7:29 PM
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