In Which I Am Misunderstood
Scene: tea_drinker77 and me, snuggled up in bed, her with a book, me with the latest sock knitting project.
TD: How's the sock coming?
Me: Well, I started on the second sock, using the leftovers of the first ball of yarn, but then I realized I didn't have enough to finish, so I'd have to add the second ball of yarn, which would make a really lumpy join since there's no seam to hide it in, so I just ripped back and started over with the new ball.
There's a significant pause.
TD: You know that all I heard there was "Blah blah blah ball of yarn, blah blah blah ball of yarn."
Nobody understands me. It's a difficult burden I carry.
Epilogue:
TD's sitting on the couch next to me as I type this. "I would have been happy with 'Fine' !"
TD: How's the sock coming?
Me: Well, I started on the second sock, using the leftovers of the first ball of yarn, but then I realized I didn't have enough to finish, so I'd have to add the second ball of yarn, which would make a really lumpy join since there's no seam to hide it in, so I just ripped back and started over with the new ball.
There's a significant pause.
TD: You know that all I heard there was "Blah blah blah ball of yarn, blah blah blah ball of yarn."
Nobody understands me. It's a difficult burden I carry.
Epilogue:
TD's sitting on the couch next to me as I type this. "I would have been happy with 'Fine' !"