Short, isn't it? I told him some of his friends might give him a hard time. He says it's comfy.
A few weeks ago, I met a friend from my childhood on a trip she made to Hotlanta. Mrs. A is someone I've known since Junior High. I used to spend the night at her and we would laugh and giggle and bounce on the bed until I would be gasping with asthma. I was so pleased to see her at high school reunions - she's a delightful person and she looks great, has a lovely family. Mrs. A knows I tat, and she picked some things up at a yard sale for me. She gave them to me when we got together.
Wow! A huge bag full of thread! Tons of crochet in many colors, plus some Anchor Perle size 8 and Coats in 20 and 30. What a nice friend - thank you so much Mrs, A!
Conversation at my house today:
Larry: Mom, did you know they have purple potatoes?
Me: Yes, you cut into them and they're purple
Larry: Why do you need purple potatoes?
Me: People like them. You know they make butter flavored potatoes, right?
Me: Yeah, they're called Yukon Gold.
Larry: How do they get the to taste buttery? Do they inject them with butter flavoring?
Me: No, they're genetically engineered.
Larry: Oh. So they cross-bread potatoes with cows. Heh.