I've just been fighting with my fridge for 3 weeks. So right when I decide to go knitting on Sunday, I find myself yelling at my husband at 3pm in Sears. I still think the fridge we bought is too big.
Maybe I need to start knitting again to calm the hell down. But I'd really like to stop losing expensive hippy food to the refrigerator gods. So on Tuesday we'll have a happy new fridge (there better be no issues, or I will stab someone)and maybe I'll pick up my knitting.
At least my arms are feeling better!