After 18 years of marriage the man got it right. When I got home from work Sat, he told me he had gone out to buy me an Easter plant. But while standing in line thinking about it he decided no, that I would rather have YARN!
So he put it down and gave me the money so I can buy more fiber therapy. I was SO pleased. He was right. I would have just killed the plant (have many such dead specimens to confirm this) but am soo excited. New Yarn. He figured it out. On His Own. There's always hope.
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You are lucky!! Dave still looks at me like I'm wacko when I hold up a new skein of yarn (STR "Fire on the Mountain")and keep saying "look at this ....just look at how beautiful it is!!!"
I'm impressed. So it only takes 18 years for them to get it? I was wondering when mine would figure stuff out! Thanks for the comment on my blog! I hope you'll come back to visit again! Love your blog too by the way!
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