go back to your knitting.
The rest of you bi-yatches, bend an ear.
Today I was met with a very unsavory, nearly threatening, correspondence. Read on. I share it with you.
See that shameless hedonism?
What am I going to do about it?
Now, it is the policy of Ericka's Fiberland (for that is the name of my independent nation) to not deal with terrorists. But seeing as Chuck Norris stopped returning my calls (Chuck, really, I miss you. I promise I'll cast on the Poster Boy Bag that I charted your picture for, someday) I have no one to put on a ski mask and crash through her dining room window.
So I do the only thing I can do. I warn others.
So fellow knitters, if you see her, be wary! She may be armed and dangerous... and she might have my yarn. Be careful of my yarn.
Gina, you silly thing, you know I'll be there :) With cupcakes, how do cupcakes sound?