Wednesday, August 24, 2005

What Rhymes With Yarn?

There once was a girl who loved yarn,
She kept her big stash on her farm,
The horses were tangled,
The cows nearly strangled,
And the pigs were tied up in the barn.

I know. Hyuck hyuck hyuck. I was bored while driving and all that was on the radio was the business reprort. So I thought up a yarn poem.
So, hubby is out of town for a few days. Army business. Blowing stuff up, I suppose. That's his job. He has to fly in a bushplane to get there. A bushplane. Don't they watch the news? Those things always go missing. I make him lie to me and tell me that they are hiking in. I swear, that man wants to give me a stroke. And everything that stresses me out, he thinks is fun and wants to do again ("Can I please go back to Afghanistan, please please please can I?"). I bought more yarn, though. Yes, I have a problem. Like any of you can judge me. You know you do it, too. I started a shawl yesterday. I know. I was supposed to write a pattern. I will. Eventually. I really need to use up some yarn, though. And I need to get started on some gifties for family. And I think everyone will want shawls this year. Well, the girls, anyway. And even if they don't, they'll at least be polite and pretend to love it. They'd better.


Blogger Jana said...

good one tara!

2:18 p.m.  
Blogger LadyLinoleum said...

No judgement here dear. I have a whole room dedicated to my stash!

1:57 p.m.  
Blogger Granny said...

It's not a stash unless you have to move part of it to get to the rest of it. ;) LOL
Seriously, one can NEVER have too much yarn Darling.

6:28 p.m.  
Blogger emy said...

I just used the excuse that I was coaching more students & went to order more knitting & crochet supplies - like I needed them! LOL

2:45 p.m.  

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