The knitting goes on vacation
We went to the Jersey Shore for a week, and I did a little knitting.
Here is Zoltar, the magical fortune teller who transformed Tom Hanks into Big. Well, or one of the Zoltar’s kind. He is skeptical about the sock. “But how can I grant your wish, sock?!?”
The sock appreciates the view down to the beach.
Keep out, sock!
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After the last photo was taken, a sudden gust of wind blew the sock onto the grounds of the top secret government laboratory. Lights flashed, sirens rang, and Claire ran after the sock, but before she could catch up, a couple of security guards grabbed it. Two weeks later she got the sock in the mail. It was clean and dry, but it had shrunk to the size of a finger puppet. “My beloved little sock!” Claire cried. “What happened?” And the sock replied: “They waterboarded me.”
Comment left on August 4, 2008 @ 8:05 pm
“Keep out, SMELLY sock!”
Comment left on August 5, 2008 @ 2:57 pm
VP Cheney…only you would make a waterboarding joke.
Comment left on August 10, 2008 @ 5:40 pm