On Friday, I drove up to Olds To Attend Fibre Potpourri which is sponsored by my local guild. I took the SIP to hopefully finish them and mail them off to the next victim. I thought it was a good idea to take a break and phone home to check on the mail.
Bad idea. Instead of being greeted with "Hello", I heard "You're dead!"
"Did you get the mail?" I asked.
"No, but you're dead."
"How do you know that if you haven't picked up the mail yet?"
"Fex Ex. It was delivered to the house and YOU'RE DEAD!"
So, I quickly packed up the socks I was knitting and ran off to the Post office before it closed.
And these are the instruments of my destruction. The weapons of choice. My final demise.
I'm sorry you're dead, but FedExing your socks was totally a brilliant move on your asassin's part! If I'd been asigned to kill you, I don't know what I would have done.
ReplyDeleteIs LeAnne still in it?
leanne is still alive and knitting as fast as she can
ReplyDeletethe Thing is I was sick and I got woken up from a nap and id call you when they came in d2
ReplyDeleteman.. those are too sad to actually kill somebody. so i will only agree that you are wounded.
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