Oh Golly! St Patty’s Still Mocking Me

So you make a few comments about eating half a cow and how you’re still burping beef and this is what your dear friends do to you…

Yes, they make you laugh so hard you have to change your pants. I peed a little, not the other.

On the craft front, sewings out, and maybe the knitting should be chucked behind the chair too.

Why? I can’t decide between blaming the Ogre or False American Idol.

They slaughter The Beatles so bad I thought the American Werewolf in London had come home for a visit and had a litter of puppies, and taught them to sing.

Anyway, it was somewhere between a weird remix of A Day in the Life and well, no, that pretty much caused me to mess up my pretty knitty foliage hat so much I had to rip it all out.

It’s now back to this….

“I think I need to make a green hat out of cotton yarn for summer! Yeah! That will be nice! It will match my Zombie Prom Date Knitters Shirt!”

DAMN YOU AMERICAN IDOL!!! or DAMN YOU OGRE AND YOUR LOVE OF TRASH TV!

Or, I’m just a easily swayed knitter, or that guy really messed up that song. Beatles lyrics are embedded in our genetic code whether we liked it or not, and it just really threw me off.

Yeah. Ok, it is difficult to knit when you burp up cows every couple minutes.

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