For the first time, if I remember correctly, I actually stabbed myself with a US #1 double pointed needle squarely in the top of my leg as if I was an intruder I thwarted. I stopped myself dead in my tracks out of both pain and absolute shock that a knitting needle was sticking out my leg. Too much information? Sorry. I officially have a story now which I think is imperative as a knitter and it took me just shy of 6 years.
Hubbo and I were running typical errands today and I was knitting (surprise). I put my project down on my lap and leaned to my feet to retrieve the Costco list from my wallet to give to him. And that's when I bounced back up like a boomerang and announced I stabbed myself. Dan didn't believe me at first (understandable) and then when I actually had to pull the needle out, he too could not believe my stupidity. (No, he did feel bad, truly.)
The most tragic part is blood on my favorite jeans, which I promptly peeled off my body the second I got in the door. Good news: jeans are washed and ready for tomorrow. That was a close one.
On a completely different note, the kids and I were eating lunch Saturday in the kitchen when Wade taps on the window:
Wade: "Mom, I know what is opposite of a window."
Me: "Really? What?"
Wade: "A bed."
Me: (Not buying this) Really?
Wade: (smiling ear to ear most proud of his logic) Truly! A window is hard. A bed is soft. A window is fragile. A bed is strong.
Me: Well, there you have it.
One more before I leave you for today: Kate learned knock, knock jokes today at school, which, if I have to endure, so must you.
Kate: "Knock knock."
Me: "Who's there?"
Kate: "Banana"
Me: "Banana who?"
Kate: "Knock knock."
Me: "Who's there?"
Kate: "Banana."
Me: "Banana who?"
Kate: "Knock knock."
Me: "Who's there?"
Kate: "Banana. Wait. I did that wrong. Do it again. Knock knock."
Me: "Who's there?"
Kate: "Banana."
Me: "Banana who?"
Kate: "Knock knock."
Me: "Who's there?"
Kate: "Banana."
Me: "Banana who?"
Kate: "Knock knock."
Me: "Who's there?"
Kate: "Orange."
Me: "Orange who?"
Kate: "Orange you glad I didn't say banana?" Smiling most triumphantly, she hopped off the couch and vanished.
Whew. Global crisis averted. Knit on.
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