I was mercifully left out of work early yesterday, so I headed down the street to check on Brick and Brock. Brick was fine, but looks like Brock had a few too many and couldn’t quite make it home. I’ve been there, Brock.
So, I set him right. Looking good, Brock.
Then I sat down on the bench and crocheted a little on my never-ending project.
Unfortunately, there are no pictures of what happened next: Craft Husband pulled up in a line of cars. I rushed to grab all my junk, and a ball of yarn went rolling down the sidewalk. I picked it up, laughing like a maniac, and tried to jump in the car. Just before closing the door, I noticed the giant loop of yarn lagging behind. Doh.