Remember back at the beginning of the stash-busting quest? One of my concerns was my brother’s reaction to my level of stash upon his inheritance thereof. Here’s a picture he took yesterday at the course when it was misty and 30-something degrees and all his buddies except the dog were at home watching football. The dog’s name is Bonehead. He lives at the course and the only reason he would play was he could stay in the cart and the heater was on. And I’m worried why? Gotta love my family and our level of commitment to our craft…I love you, brother mine.
Till next time, no frogs, no tinks, just knits.
Too funny! That reminds me of Lily – she doesn’t like to go outside in the rain. Spoiled pups!