"Honey, look at my new sweater!"
"Huh?"
"Hey, put down that weed whacker! ARGHGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
[The following week]
You finish a lovely gossamer shawl. You are bursting with pride as you unpin it from your blocking board. You step gingerly off the back porch with the shawl wrapped dramatically around your shoulders.
"Honey, look at my new shawl!"
"Huh?"
"Hey, put down that weed whacker! ARGHGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
[Another week, you should have learned your lesson by now, right?]
You finish a poncho from your own hand-spun, hand-dyed yarn. You are ready to run through the neighborhood shouting with pride in your accomplishment.
"Honey, look at my new poncho!"
"Huh?"
"Hey, put down that weed whacker! ARGHGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
After all that you go a bender. When you come to you're holding half a pitcher of Harvey Wallbangers and you're wearing this.
Where's that weed whacker when you need it?
