My marriage is saved! The socks are finished!
He had just gotten into the shower and I was almost done with them so I grabbed my knitting project bag and whipped through the kitchener stitch and was weaving in the ends as I heard the water turn off. They fit him perfectly and when he tried them on his first comments were “wow they’re really warm and nice and squishy.” I took that as a huge compliment because my hubby is usually a man of very few words and even when he likes something alot he just says something like-nice. Now it’s on to the watch cap…..
Well, here’s a wonderful Christmas story for you. Ever since we’ve been travelling in our RV we’ve developed a tradition of driving around on Christmas eve in whatever city we happen to be in and looking at Christmas lights. It’s always been interesting to see how neighborhoods are decorated in different parts of the country. For example, when we were in Florida everyone had lighted palm trees and flamingos and in Washington State people had lighted boat figures in their yards. So last night we’re out driving around enjoying the lights and we decide to stop in Walmart to pick up some snacks for later when we’re watching Christmas movies. We’ve got our stuff on the belt and the last 2 items are 2 bags of potato chips and then we’ve placed the little bar (you know to signify that’s the end of our stuff). The cashier is finishing up with the people in front of us when this guy comes up behind us and decides he can’t wait 5 seconds for the belt to start moving and proceeds to push our chips forward (of course smashing them) to make way for his precious items. I’m staring at him in disbelief. I walk back to him and say “excuse me but you just smashed my chips.” To my further disbelief he looks at me and says “I didn’t smash your chips and you just need to shut up.” By now I’m sure my mouth is hanging open as my husband walks up to him and says “don’t you talk to my wife like that!” The guy then tells my husband he also needs to shut up. Now-my husband has worked out over the years and his arms definitely show it in addition to the fact that they were at least twice the size of this shrimps arms. Then the guy starts repeatedly saying to my husband-do you want to get hurt? I then walk over to him (I just couldn’t resist) and say “are you blind? Can you not see that his arms are twice the size of yours? He could pummel you into the ground in one shot. Then Mister Macho says-you two are old, I’m not afraid. I’m then trying to quickly pay so we can leave because I’m thinking this guy couldn’t possibly be so stupid that he would take a swing at my hubby. I’m hoping at this point that if he does he already has a room reserved at the nearest hospital. BTW, my hubby is the most mild-mannered person you could ever meet with the patience of a saint so I would have been stunned if an actual fist fight would have ensued but I really didn’t know what Mister Macho might do. As the guy is still mouthing off we make our way out of the store and the manager comes over and starts apologizing to us about the other guys behavior! We’ve been laughing about it all day. Merry Christmas!