Evil McSleeve is dead. I cut his life-string. [Insert groan at stupid pun here.] I started on a new sleeve immediately after and did not mourn the passing of Evil McSleeve. Not even a little.
The new sleeve is much more docile and compliant. It only acted up once, and after I threw it across the room (much to the amusement of Scott), picked it back up in the morning and ripped back an unmentionable number of rows, things smoothed out after that. (Run on sentence, anyone?) But, it just doesn’t hold that special place in my heart.
The fact that I had some kind of evil stomach virus from Scott didn’t help either. I went to see him on Friday since he asked for Gatorade and thought he had food poisoning and I felt sorry for him (sucker!). Turned out he was running a pretty high temperature and I figured it was some kind of virus. Also, I was informed by another friend that something of that nature was going around. Woo doggie, she wasn’t kidding. I saw him AFTER he has his violent bout of sickness, thank goodness. And nursed him back to health. My reward? The same damn virus struck me Monday and finally left Tuesday night.
Anyway, back to the sweater. I shouldn’t hate this sleeve. It’s docile. Compliant. Does exactly as its told. Still, I feel nothing for it. I was somewhat disturbed by this apathy last night when it finally occurred to me what the problem was.
I DIDN’T HAVE ANY OTHER WIPS!!!!
Viva Las Vegas is done. I just need to block her. (Before and after photos will be forthcoming.) So all I had was this sweater. Well, I remedied that right away. I started another hat. I feel better now.
However, I do have some incentive to finish the sweater. Scott has threatened not to make me any more deisgns until I finish it. I think he likes torturing me. Also, he might want to see me throw the sleeve across the room again. I’m just saying.
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