Yeah, this is working out well. This morning I picked up my Hadley--which was a whopping four stitches into the first round--only to find that my darling boyfriend Brian had stepped on the needle and broken the tip.
Every fU*&^ing curse word in the book came out of my mouth. I think I may have even made up a few on my own. I come from a long line of cursing women. My mother is epic and she has the most charming ability to deny everything she's ever said. She's such a nice woman that everyone believes her but they've never had her try to teach them to drive. My mother's father's first cousins were the Dorsey Brothers and their mother, Tess, had such a filthy mouth that she got thrown off a tv show once because she couldn't stop saying fu^k.
I did them all proud this morning. My Hadley is on hold because there's no way I can pick up a new needle for at least a week. If I can my g*&da%n size 5 double points I'll start on a sleeve.