ETA: I just said something to Neal about, you know, our future president and a sock, and he claimed total ignorance. Dudes, I wrote the post moments after it happened. Now he’s saying he was asleep, but I think he was just all involved in the football. K, he appreciated your comment the most, and he feels vindicated and close to you now!
Neal is watching football. I just interrupted him to explain why I was giggling so much.
"Remember the Yarn Harlot? You know, the knitting writing blogger I went to see last fall?"
"Yup." (He’s really acknowledging that he remembers I went to see a knitting writing blogger)
"Well, she always has these pictures of people holding the sock she’s working on. Anyway, it’s funny. So anyway, this other blogger was at a Barack Obama speech, and she got him to hold her sock!!!!"
Silence.
"Wanna see?" I assault him with my laptop, shove it in his face and point out the sock and the man. "Isnt’ that the coolest?"
"Yup."
Sigh.
I’d get the same response from RM. Ah well, they have their good points, eh, even if they don’t get the yarn.
T was amused, but it still didn’t get him to look up from his laptop screen!
Bwa ha ha ha ha, that’s awesome — getting Obama to hold her sock, that is, not that Neal doesn’t get why that’s so awesome. On the plus side, at least you have others to turn to who will get it. 🙂
To be fair… if Neal is watching the Ravens/Pats game, well, nothing else can possibly matter. I’m a giant ball of anxiety right now! If Bob told me the house was about to explode, I’d say “Yup.”
That is one of the funniest things I’ve seen on a blog in a while! Thanks for the link!
I was going to tell my Hubby about it, but decided I wouldn’t get the appreciative response I wanted so I spared him the story. Glad it’s not just mine!
I was going to tell mine too, but I knew the reaction I’d get. I still think it’s amazing 🙂
I’m beginning to think ‘Angus’ is a rare breed. He picks up my knitting books and reads them. When I finish a project, he asks me if I need to block it.
It’s almost to the point where he can pick up my knitting and ‘read’ the stitches.
Tee heee…I’ve had that experience. He doesn’t appreciate. Even worse? He doesn’t understand why I’m nonplussed about him reading me passages from his books. *sigh*