Lists longer than yard sticks, obligations to be met and that certain special project kept calling to me. The conversation was something like this….

Project – “you’ve walked by me 3 times now, you know I’m in this satchel”

Me – of course I know you are there, you sexy project you.

Project – “then don’t deny what you know you want the most”

Me – “but, John, the laundry”

Project – “you know they can’t give you what I can”

Me – No, but I’m crocheting you to sell, so there’s no point in getting so attached.

Project – “as if…I’m cashmere, angora, and hand spun camel. You spun me with your own hands.

Then me, 3 hours later….spent, no housework done, PST remittance not completed, but with a curious need for a cigarette. Damn you evil project. BTW, now complete and I better be selling this scarf this weekend….If not, we will need a hotel.

Help me, please.