I made a scarf with puffy wool. Not without getting really pissed off. You have no idea how many times I pulled it apart and started again. Try to ignore me...I'm in a mood. It's snowing for the trillionest time.
And just when I was almost done I found an easier way to do it. The wool is so thick and wants to catch on to your wool finger holder. So I cut off my little finger so it wouldn't interfere with the process. It was well worth it.
This is what is really pissing me off. Day after day after day. I feel like kicking the mail man.
And then I saw my mom's Christmas Cactus blooming ... and my cold heart melted.
Then I got the big idea to make crock pot chicken. Chicken should be baked...never crock potted. It tastes like boiled ass.