They’re on to me. All of them. OK, Not really. But as all of you know (at least those of you who read my blog – i.e. KU Crafter), the Knitterati has been formed. I told my dad about this last night. And being ever practical (read: paranoid), he is now worried that the FBI, CIA and Homeland Security are now all going to be banging down my door to raid my little ole apartment in search of the terrorist activity of the Knitterati. Apparently something about WORLD DOMINATION inspires fear and thoughts of terrorism. Who knew? So, just to clarify, the Knitterati is a NON-TERRORIST ORGANIZATION BENT ON WORLD DOMINATION. There, feel better? I do.
I better hide all my knitting needles and my stash. Oh yeah, and the plethora of books and magazines I have on knitting and patterns. Just in case the FBI, CIA or Homeland Security show up. I can’t have them taking off with my goods.
Of course, in my head, when this happens, it’ll be like a bad episode of Sesame Street with Burt and Ernie busting into the apartment, attempting to confiscate all my knitting paraphenlia and then B & E get into an argument over whether or not my sewing stuff should be confiscated or not and then I run away with ALL MY KNITTERATI GOODS. (insert evil laugh here) Gee, can we say RUN ON SENTENCE?
I am so excited. You know why? I’m getting a hot stone massage tonight. From a professional. See, when you are Knitterati, you have a the conecciones, capisce? Actually, it’s more like when gay men love you, you are lucky. At least when it comes to getting massages from professionals.
And for all you women out there who just love the mens….I give you this joke:
Nominated as the best short joke of the year…. A three-year-old little boy was examining his testicles while taking a bath. "Mama," he asked, "Are these my brains?" Mama answered, "Not yet."
Haha, love the joke. And speak for yourself on that “non terrorist” thing hehe.