February 1, 2013
I don’t even know what to say.
I come into my knitting lair this morning and I find Kermit the 18-pound wonder cat, gnawing on my freakin’ yarn.
Total sabotage, right under my nose!
Cat spit all over my precious precious Rowan Donegal Lambswool. Like he’s sick of the thing already, wants me to move on.
Hey cat–I don’t eat your creepy chicken-flavored cat treats; you don’t eat my yarn.
What’s that in the background? I do believe Fashion Week is next week . . .
Happy Friday–off to figure out what my anti-Super Bowl movie will be. What about you?