In addition to my clever words, one of the reasons you keep coming back is because every now and then I stumble upon a priceless gem of gems that will keep you giggling through the day.
In related news, today's 10,000 steps were brought to you by the Saturday morning flea market (a generous description) at the local fairgrounds. On my second lap (of six) around, I saw a box of craft books for $5. My reward for making all six laps was the magic box.
In honor of crackmeup Saturdays of days gone by, I give you the highlights from this box. Leave a comment if you want any of the patterns.(bwa ha ha)
The first book is this one-
Which suggests this as a Christmas craft-
|Stupid stemless oranges and lemons.|
And now for your viewing pleasure-
|Where is she now?|
|Happily married to him?|
|Maybe she's sad because he left her for someone who could do a more traditional granny square|
|Or maybe she made him rue the day he left by becoming a granny square designer extraordinaire.|
|Or else she joined a cap wearing cult|
|That designed ties for bike-riding businessmen|
|And necklaces of subdued color to make ends meet.|
|Likely she had doubts as things started to get weirder.|
|The male blanket ritual was more than she could handle.|
|She thought she was doing him a favor when she tried to "Kill Kenny"|
|And was forced to wear the sheepskin of shame.|
|So she found new friends and began again.|
Sometimes the universe just gives you a little flea market present. Other times all you get is a crocheted tennis racket cover.
And sometimes you get both.