yarn sale

I should not be held responsible if I'm in the hobby shop and find they're having a sale on certain brands of yarn. Half price. Or even less.

I absolutely should not be held responsible if they're some of my favourite types of yarn.

And I totally shouldn't be held responsible if it's end-of-month and commensurate just-had-pay situation.

(cuddles her balls of Paton's Spirit mohair blend, Paton's Moonglow, Sirdar Wow chenille, and other nice things)

Now where did I leave that pattern for the batwing pullover that I swore I'd do when I got round to buying some more chenille at an acceptable price . . .

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This book is written in blood.

Is it written entirely in blood?

No, some of it is written in tears.

Are the blood and the tears all mine?

Yes, they have been in the past. But the future is a different matter. As the bear swore in Pogo after having endured a pot shoved on her head, being turned upside down while still in the pot, a discussion about her edibility, the lawnmowering of her behind, and a fistful of ground pepper in the snoot, she then swore a mighty oath on the ashes of her mothers (i.e. her forebears) grimly but quietly while the apples from the shaken apple tree above her dropped bang thud on her head:

OH, SOMEBODY ASIDES ME IS GONNA RUE THIS HERE PARTICULAR DAY.

-- The Female Man, Joanna Russ