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.
Maybe.
At least my arms are feeling better!
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I'm glad you're not dead. We have a teeny fridge, not quite a mini-fridge but pretty close and it works out great for the two of us.
Stupid Fridge G-ds...
you can stab someone with knitting needles like in 'American Gothic. Evon de Carlo gets stabbed in the chest with a a pair at the end of the movie.
Any way good to hear your still kickin'
Yeah with have a stupid little fridge too.
Hey whet ever happened with 'b;acksheep knitalong'?
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