No. Not my book. This book.
Since I was unable to aquire a signed copy and I saw it on the shelf at the bookstore last night.. dreadfully miss shelved. I picked it up. It wouldn’t leave my hand! Really. I just couldn’t leave it there.
Ah well there could be worse things.
So I brought it home.
After doing the happy new book dance as I showed it to my husband, I set it down on the couch to go get a nice cup of tea in preparation of curling up by the fireplace and reading said book.
When I returned it was gone.
Me: where’s my book
Him: what book
Me: my new book the Yarn Harlot book
Him: I dunno where’d you put it.
ME: right here on the couch.
Him: oh I don’t think its in this room (he says as backing out of the room.
Me: alright where is it?(as I am franticaly looking all over the room)
Him:I’m telling you it’s not in this room
Me: well it was here.
After seraching all surfaces of the room and moving on to the others:
Me: alright where did you put it?
Him: who me?
And there it was tucked in the back of his sweater.
He then took it and dissapeared.
He read the chapter DPN’s
He came back down and said I needed to read it, it ‘sounded familiar’
UGH
😉
Next up: the yarn that was a dare..
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