Very, very, very late last night I finished what I hoped would be the last of the pink yarn. As I put the bobbin in my lazy Kate I calculated that I needed to enough yarn to wind around my niddy noddy 110 times (151 yards). I took it upstairs and flopped on the couch. While watching the season premiere of Will & Grace (Hey Debra! Crack up much?) I wound. 100, 101, 102, 103, 104, 105, 106, 107. 107! Are you fucking kidding me????? 6 yards short of my goal?!
Of course, I'm calling it done. But come on! Couldn't the universe allowed me the satisfaction of 110?
*RIP Don Adams