My husband is a saint. No, it’s not that he only has the patience of one (which he does) but that he is, in fact, as saint. The pope just doesn’t know it yet. Screw the pope (he probably needs it!), the world doesn’t know it yet. I am sure that some folks kinda figured, since he married me, but let me tell you why……
He went with me to IOWA for Christmas which meant a layover in O’Hell airport which lived up to it’s name in every way.
The “layover” turned into a cartrip with an ex of mine who (luckily) was traveling home to Iowa for Christmas (thanks again Joel!).
My mother tried to feed us both within an inch of our lives. No, she’s not Jewish, she’s Iowan. We get pork (and lots of it!).
My in-laws gave “us” a new Nikon D40 camera for Christmas. Chris is the only thing alive that isn’t too fast to shoot. Thus, he had a week of me snapping pictures of him ALL THE TIME.
We have begun packing for the move. The majority of books are in boxes in what was once my office/studio. It is now a very full room.
And last, but definitely not least, I have decided to start inventoring the yarn stash as we are in the process of packing and moving to England!!!
(See what I mean about being committed? I was serious…)
I will have pictures and more stories tomorrow. I promise. Even if I am blogging at Yarn Therapy tomorrow night. BTW, Yarn Therapy is tomorrow night at Cottage Industry Coop in College Park. See you there!
Sarah Jane Humke 