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This morning, I woke up to this:
Hawking had dragged my yarn all over my apartment. The end of the yarn was in my living room, the big tangles mess was in my closet, and my sock was in the corner of my bedroom behind my papasan.
One good thing:
The needles were still in the stitches. If it had come unraveled I would have flipped my lid. Unfortunately, though, two of the needles were gnawed on and are pretty much ruined. You can kind of see one of the tips in that picture up there.
Oh, and the best part:
That's the bag my knitting was in. I rolled up the sock, put it in the bag with the yarn, then put in my pattern and notes and pen, then tied it shut. It was on the back corner of my desk.
What I'm saying here is that Hawking is now disowned, forever.
Also, it's the last day of the Olympics and I'm short two needles and my yarn is a hopeless tangled mess. FUN.
Hawking had dragged my yarn all over my apartment. The end of the yarn was in my living room, the big tangles mess was in my closet, and my sock was in the corner of my bedroom behind my papasan.
One good thing:
The needles were still in the stitches. If it had come unraveled I would have flipped my lid. Unfortunately, though, two of the needles were gnawed on and are pretty much ruined. You can kind of see one of the tips in that picture up there.
Oh, and the best part:
That's the bag my knitting was in. I rolled up the sock, put it in the bag with the yarn, then put in my pattern and notes and pen, then tied it shut. It was on the back corner of my desk.
What I'm saying here is that Hawking is now disowned, forever.
Also, it's the last day of the Olympics and I'm short two needles and my yarn is a hopeless tangled mess. FUN.
