My Knitting and My Life (hopelessly intertwined)
Oh thank God, I thought these were your doing. They remind me of the time my mom babsat the Luckenbochs (sp?) Gerbil and it had babies and then ate all the babies. Or something like that, all I know is that B is still suffering from PTSD.
Megs - are you saying I make weird stuff??? and I want you to know I was bragging about Ryan the other day about how he always has your back -
Mary you made those??? Meg whenever I see pink rodents I think of those damn gerbils too, I am still suffering!!! (it was the Hugheses)
Wow there is a LOT of backstory going on here. I think Megs was afraid I made those hideous things, she already teases me about my Noah's Ark of Retarded Felted Animals.They remind me of the time we had a dead squirrel in our basement and I tried to talk Little Tony into carrying it to the garbage can (he was two)
b -NNNNNOOOO WWWWAAAYYYY!
Geeze, I was getting all nervous that I offended Aunt Susna, especially when she is sticking up for Ry. Sue, I'm so glad you didn't make those. And Lavvies, I want you to make more felted retards with Genuphobia (look it up;)).
genuphobia: a fear of knees, kneeling. Did you mean a 'fear of niece' lol. I just got two new patterns: geckos and a hairy puppy. Tardos in the works!
whew! all is right with the world once again - none of us made the hideous naked mice . . .
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