If you wonder what will happen if you leave your husband alone at home to participate in the Knitting Olympics…
Friday night I hit the LYS to cast on for my sitcom chic. It was good. When I got home the man was doing laundry. Seems like a considerate thing, no?
Just so you know, Big J is not mad because he has a brand new pair of fuzzy feet, that used to be his mama’s before Big Daddy got ahold of them. No. He’s mad because apparently I made him sit in a girl pose to take the picture.
On Saturday the man took the boys out to buy Valentine’s presents — supposedly for me. I went jeans shopping (yay for clearance) and then back to the LYS to work on my olympic project. I get a call. He’s looking at aquariums and he starts rattling off sizes and prices. And I’m like, honey, it’s your bonus, buy whatever you want.
You know the moral of the story.