I have not finished the belt yet. I will have to admit that I tossed the sharpened stick and substituted ONE and only ONE knitting needle, having convinced myself that employing only one needle can hardly be construed as knitting.
When Mrs. 4Js got home, I showed her the nasty and hurtful text message sent by Jub Jub. I further informed her that I felt betrayed by her lying to the boy about me knitting. Ever the drama queen, she rolled her eyes and asked, "Did you feed the horses?"
"Yes."
"Did you check for eggs?"
"No."
"Why not."
"Honey, horses don't lay eggs." (I've been waiting a month to use that.)
I was lucky to escape with my life.
I rapidly threw on my jacket, raced outside with a flashlight, and found seven eggs in the chicken house.
After supper, I went back to work on the belt, which by now, through my hard work, is eighteen inches long. After a while, I checked my e mail and found one from my daughter, the Squid.
"Dad,
I think you should know that Mom has posted on her facebook account that you have taken up knitting. She also posted that had you gathered the eggs in the first place and not lipped off about it, she wouldn't have been forced to resort to facebook. As she put it, 'Game on.'
Anyway, a bunch of your old trooper buddies are getting a good laugh about it.
Thought you should know,
Squid
PS When you finish the belt, could you knit me a cozy for my Glock?"
Mrs. 4Js can be a fearsome adversary.