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Knitting Hazards

This story about exploding knitting needles is circulating on my local knitlist. Who knew?

I frogged the Canal Du Midi sock back to the toe and am now knitting it as a plain-vanilla-boring-same-old-sock because it's so much easier to knit while watching TV.

And speaking of the Olympics, I have an open letter to swimmer Michael Phelps.

Dear Mr. Phelps,

Please pull up your pants. Thank you.

Sincerely,
Karen

And, as with every Olympics, I get annoyed with the ungrateful slobs who pout when they get the silver medal (yes, I'm talking about the U.S. Women's Gymnastics Team.) Maybe there should be a medals judge who follows along behind the awarding officials and takes away medals from the big whiny crybabies who cannot accept second and third place with grace. And nothing makes me more verklempt than a bronze medalist who's overcome with joy.

Comments

Hi Karen, I thought that he was sporting a mighty low rise swimsuit too, though I didn't for one eensy second want him to pull it up...heh...

Posted by: Karen at August 18, 2004 11:44 AM