I learn so many things at Knit Night. Just in case you were wondering, a handful of ice cubes dumped in your lap can do wonders toward restoring your will to live when sitting in patio seating in August. In fact, the ice cube dumping might not have been entirely accidental. I'm just saying.
(image stolen from Google, because I have no camera and for god's sake, I need some pictures around here.)
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Hum, sounds like I left a bit to early. Bob and I sit on the back porch and dip our feet into ice water. Annie, however, is not thrilled at toe tasting water.
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