An Attempt at an Intervention

We were seated at a local waffle house waiting for our breakfasts to arrive. I was looking through a yarn catalogue that had arrived that morning in my mailbox. Chris lifts an eyebrow and says, "No. No more yarn for you."

I look up, lifting my own eyebrow.

"If this were a bar," he continues, "I would have cut you off two sweaters ago."

I thought that was VERY funny.

Then we ate our breakfasts, hopped back in the truck and drove home. I picked up the UPS package waiting for me on the front porch and went inside to wind the new yarn into skeins. heh.