Oh man...that's painful. Okay. Really funny story...but it's not about yarn. It's about when the cat decided to eat the Thanksgiving Turkey (from the indside). I walked into the kitchen and saw two turkey legs, with a cat butt and tail (and two legs) sticking out from the cavity of the turkey. She was up to her hips inside the bird, and the turkey looked as if it was giving birth...breach.
Harriet's story reminds me of the first time my sister and I roasted a turkey after my parents divorced. We knew we had seen our grandmother sew the stuffing into the turkey so we used bright orange thread. When we took it out to check - although we didn't really know what we were checking- the thing slipped off of the tray (we didn't know about roasting pans) and across the kitchen floor. The 2 of us were hysterical. It's a lot better memory than the first holiday as a broken family!
Don't feel too badly, though, last night I managed to- not once, but TWICE- cut the wrong end of the yarn...and instead of ending with a shorter cast-on tail, broke the working yarn for my socks. I threw it across the room. Hubby laughed.
I can't think of anything funny to say, just hope you were able to salvage the yarn, maybe the fan too. Hey at least you didn't have to rip half a sweater knitted on size 3 needles.
Continuing with the turkey theme... The first time I made Thanksgiving dinner by myself, I thought I would be clever and substitute pumpernickel bread for white bread in the stuffing. Of course, it got darker while it cooked. You can just imagine what it looked like coming out the back end of the turkey. Lesson: Don't mess with Nana's recipes. Cathy
Just for you then ..... this week I have been muddling every thing up. Right things in wrong places. The best so far was when I was distracted by Magnus the mog who was howling for his dinner. I very carefully put half a tin of cat food into my water glass. Neither of us was best pleased but at least I didn't have to drink my water out of his bowl!
A new blog! How exciting! The fan...oh dear, I really did laugh. Sorry! Funny story was when my mother made ginger beer (home made), which is one of my father's favourite summer drinks. They decided to open the first bottle to celebrate having painted the kitchen. My father said the look of horror on my mother's face as she realized she would not be able to hold the cork in place was priceless. The extremely fizzy ginger beer exited the bottle at high speed and fountained up to the freshly painted, still wet ceiling, and dribbled down the freshly painted, still wet walls. They had to repaint. And open ginger beer outside.
Oh man...that's painful. Okay. Really funny story...but it's not about yarn. It's about when the cat decided to eat the Thanksgiving Turkey (from the indside). I walked into the kitchen and saw two turkey legs, with a cat butt and tail (and two legs) sticking out from the cavity of the turkey. She was up to her hips inside the bird, and the turkey looked as if it was giving birth...breach.
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ReplyDeleteHarriet's story reminds me of the first time my sister and I roasted a turkey after my parents divorced. We knew we had seen our grandmother sew the stuffing into the turkey so we used bright orange thread. When we took it out to check - although we didn't really know what we were checking- the thing slipped off of the tray (we didn't know about roasting pans) and across the kitchen floor. The 2 of us were hysterical. It's a lot better memory than the first holiday as a broken family!
ReplyDeleteI have to admit, I may have giggled a little bit.
ReplyDeleteDon't feel too badly, though, last night I managed to- not once, but TWICE- cut the wrong end of the yarn...and instead of ending with a shorter cast-on tail, broke the working yarn for my socks. I threw it across the room. Hubby laughed.
I can't think of anything funny to say, just hope you were able to salvage the yarn, maybe the fan too. Hey at least you didn't have to rip half a sweater knitted on size 3 needles.
ReplyDeleteContinuing with the turkey theme... The first time I made Thanksgiving dinner by myself, I thought I would be clever and substitute pumpernickel bread for white bread in the stuffing. Of course, it got darker while it cooked. You can just imagine what it looked like coming out the back end of the turkey. Lesson: Don't mess with Nana's recipes. Cathy
ReplyDeleteJust for you then ..... this week I have been muddling every thing up. Right things in wrong places. The best so far was when I was distracted by Magnus the mog who was howling for his dinner. I very carefully put half a tin of cat food into my water glass. Neither of us was best pleased but at least I didn't have to drink my water out of his bowl!
ReplyDeleteA new blog! How exciting! The fan...oh dear, I really did laugh. Sorry! Funny story was when my mother made ginger beer (home made), which is one of my father's favourite summer drinks. They decided to open the first bottle to celebrate having painted the kitchen. My father said the look of horror on my mother's face as she realized she would not be able to hold the cork in place was priceless. The extremely fizzy ginger beer exited the bottle at high speed and fountained up to the freshly painted, still wet ceiling, and dribbled down the freshly painted, still wet walls. They had to repaint. And open ginger beer outside.
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