My only goal for today, aside from doing laundry, is to try to either finish up the TCP afghan or get it much closer to being finished. Because, if I don’t soon get that puppy out the door and into Georgia’s hands, the Butcher is going to steal it.
He’s already taken to sleeping under the part that is done.
He says it’s very comfortable.
I asked him if he agreed with the Professor that it was quite butt ugly (the Professor actually physically recoiled when I showed it to her) and he said that it was ugly in the way you want afghans to be ugly–ugly enough that no one will try to steal it from you.
And yet, he appears to be trying to steal it from Georgia.