tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443300355315157565.post2202230905466671993..comments2024-01-28T12:45:37.733-08:00Comments on Yarnhog: SabotageYarnhoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06625926254864861603noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443300355315157565.post-40597321979007152162010-06-09T18:41:25.049-07:002010-06-09T18:41:25.049-07:00sometimes you just have those kinds of knitting mo...sometimes you just have those kinds of knitting moments. nice. if you were me, you would then promptly say bad words, throw the whole thing in time out and have a beer. good luck!Haleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15984894313819376821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443300355315157565.post-21441780268728819842010-06-09T10:27:47.583-07:002010-06-09T10:27:47.583-07:00Pictures! Give us pictures! So we can be properly ...Pictures! Give us pictures! So we can be properly sympathetic (snort). . .no, really. . .Amy S.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443300355315157565.post-16800792294068460252010-06-09T08:48:39.132-07:002010-06-09T08:48:39.132-07:00House elves, most likely. They love jokes like tha...House elves, most likely. They love jokes like that. Hopefully they aren't staying for the summer. Only way I've found to get rid of them is to empty the house of everyone. Go on vacation and they get bored with nobody home to bother, and move on to another house.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04546469834489306460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443300355315157565.post-88182596089513754762010-06-08T14:14:27.852-07:002010-06-08T14:14:27.852-07:00This happens to me all the time! I still haven'...This happens to me all the time! I still haven't found one of my size 8 needles from a few weeks ago. I think the couch ate it!Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09735251454734496646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443300355315157565.post-70498644682664328602010-06-07T18:48:08.574-07:002010-06-07T18:48:08.574-07:00I hate when that happens! I usually find the miss...I hate when that happens! I usually find the missing needle stuck into my ponytail.5elementknitrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08595545440993534260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443300355315157565.post-27919277834536841552010-06-05T05:31:45.113-07:002010-06-05T05:31:45.113-07:00Was it wet? If so, the dog was hiding it in his m...Was it wet? If so, the dog was hiding it in his mouth.... Maybe your husband has trained the dog to act as his surrogate. That was really funny - I laughed out loud too.Jean Baardsenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05434387984631853462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443300355315157565.post-56862670115401932562010-06-04T18:55:28.137-07:002010-06-04T18:55:28.137-07:00Evidently, it sucks to be you right now. I am sure...Evidently, it sucks to be you right now. I am sure someone had to have had a hand in your missing needle tip. There's no way it could have been there all the time.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10320479482884046928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443300355315157565.post-31131399199084981452010-06-04T10:42:50.205-07:002010-06-04T10:42:50.205-07:00Maddening! Feels like walking backwards, doesn'...Maddening! Feels like walking backwards, doesn't it?pdxknitterati/MicheleLBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12164265671528808629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443300355315157565.post-62474867145581048912010-06-04T09:52:49.680-07:002010-06-04T09:52:49.680-07:00LOL! The Knitting Goddess is a fickle one, isn...LOL! The Knitting Goddess is a fickle one, isn't she? That &*@%! has absconded with half a collection of stitch markers and darning needles over the years, too.weezalanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16531147937067548410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443300355315157565.post-66793450967573170252010-06-04T08:45:22.820-07:002010-06-04T08:45:22.820-07:00The Knitting Goddess. It must be her.
(but I w...The Knitting Goddess. It must be her. <br /><br /><br /><br />(but I was also laughing out loud...sorry!!!)marithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13464504756605202290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443300355315157565.post-86282636199105000362010-06-04T07:59:57.701-07:002010-06-04T07:59:57.701-07:00I laughed out loud and I'm at work! I swear y...I laughed out loud and I'm at work! I swear you must have been watching me at my house as this happens (more often than I'd like to admit) to me too.Sharonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17528015578911764323noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443300355315157565.post-46790881494098390912010-06-04T07:05:33.724-07:002010-06-04T07:05:33.724-07:00Oh, noez!Oh, noez!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443300355315157565.post-8457946697549972442010-06-04T06:20:25.922-07:002010-06-04T06:20:25.922-07:00Oh my. Well, at least you found the thing! My si...Oh my. Well, at least you found the thing! My sister's house ate my (brand new) cell phone, and has never coughed it up. Perhaps that was the universe's way of suggesting that you take a wee break from the miles and miles of garter stitch?Steph Bhttp://stephbolinger.typepad.com/grouchy_mom/noreply@blogger.com