We had to go to Houston yesterday to pick up hubby’s passport and to prepare for the three hour drive, I put my knitting in my purse. Do you know that purse+knitting+kid’s drinks+spillage do not equal a happy ending?
As I stuck my hand in my purse I immediately felt “wet.” I pulled out my digital camera which was decidedly damp, the wallet was wet, my little makeup bag was wet and as this realization hit me, I frantically pulled out my knitting only to find….
The scream that came from my mouth was very reminiscent of a crack addict going to her stash only to find that her dog had peed all over it. OMG! Apparently the drink that spilled in my purse reacted with a blue pen I had in my purse, which in turn stained my yarn. *Hyperventilating,* *Deep Breaths,* *Eyes glazed over,* *Brain dead*
And then came the ranting. “NO MORE DRINKS IN MY CAR. EVER! YOU ARE SO LUCKY I LOVE YOU BECAUSE….” I will omit the rest, for my uhhhh…. protection. *looks around furtively* Oh and why do my kids always laugh when I go crazy? “Mommy you are so funny!” *Insert peals of laughter* NO, damnit, I am scary and bad ass. FEAR ME. The good news is that while my kids think I’m nuts and apparently hilarious as hell, I just cut that ball and attached a new one. Unfortunately, that is virtually an entire ball of yarn that is completely ruined. *sigh*