I have two handsome old men living with me.
One of whom is rather cranky in his old age.
Can you spot the funny in the picture above? I'll zoom in for you even though I am laughing pretty hard.
Is it just me or is that a look of terror in his little plastic eye?
The couch is not a proper storage area for your knitting/knitting needles.
I lost three needles, but am so happy the couch was the only punctured thing.
I did warn D but after a long day at work I pretty much sound like the Peanuts adults to him, wah waa wah wana.
Mom's foot makes a reasonable old guy pillow.
Even when it is not encased in new socks.
I felt so guilty about having socks only for me on the needles that I cast a pair on for D while these were still on the needles. It is not like he has nothing to wear, its just that I have that excuse to a way lesser degree. Now if I can just figure out how to jazz up a pair of plain chestnut brown socks.