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.
4 comments:
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.
Is LeAnne still in it?
leanne is still alive and knitting as fast as she can
the Thing is I was sick and I got woken up from a nap and id call you when they came in d2
man.. those are too sad to actually kill somebody. so i will only agree that you are wounded.
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