Blah weekend. Knitted some crap. Drew some other crap. Yelled at the cat, but that happens every damn weekend. Every damn day actually.I found this WTF classified ad in the Stinktown Disgrace a few months back and found it stuck in a book I was flipping through. Seems to me somebody's been feeling a wee bit guilty for hanging on to somebody else's crap for the past 20 years.
Feh.
I'm kinda regretting leaving off the phone number since this dink kinda deserves a couple hundred phone calls from people who've lost keyrings in the 80's. I know I've lost several so how about you?