Wednesday, August 29, 2007

There are times I want to kill Elias

So I walk into the living room and notice my lace shawl on the floor. I think, "That's odd." Then I note the giant hole in the lace I spent hours knitting.

A hole that appeared to be edged in dry dog drool.

Elias appears somewhat chagrined.

Though I now have to knit a new shawl.

I think I'll be taping a ball of yarn to Eli's head in an attempt at aversion therapy.

It worked for books; he hasn't touched one since.


1 comment:

Diane said...

This posting should have come with a warning so those of us with weak stomachs could have looked away. What a terrible sight!