The High Bar, Cont.

I sense the world’s most awesome trend starting, folks.
I bring you–The Birthday Afghan.

In Which I Almost Die of a Stroke

So, we’re driving along and the nephew announces, “I see something black!”
“Is it a red door painted black?”
“No, it’s God.”
“God is in the car.”
“No, God’s clothes.”
“God’s a ninja?”
“Yep. Hei-ya!”
The Butcher: “Did you not see me trying to sleep here, man?  Who karate chops a man in his sleep?” I start to giggle, but try not [...]

The Bar Gets Set Dang High

If everybody I made afghans for sent me pictures of the afghans like this, you could safely call me the most delighted girl in the world.
I bring you–the Kool-aid Afghan.

Doo, Doo, Doo, Doo, Breakin’ the Law, Breakin’ the Law

The dog and I got up early and went for a walk and we walked all over a park only at the last minute to see the sign that said “No pets.”
Oops.
We were up early because I have learned the secret of why Grandma A. got up early.  The earlier you awake is in direct [...]