You people are not helping! I put my problems out there into the ether of cyberspace, hoping some kind soul will say just the right thing to save me from myself. Instead, you all gang up on me! Never mind that I'm happy knitting socks (but did I not feel a moment of frustration just now, while knitting, a feeling of "will this ever end?" Though that could be attributed to my over-enthusiasm in casting on no less than three different pairs. Really, that's all it is!) Nope. You all chime in "Spin! It's fun! Come over to the Dark Side!"
And still I try to resist, and still you keep at me. (Never mind that my birthday's coming up, and I keep picturing myself coming home from a celebratory trip to the yarn store with a drop spindle and a bag of roving the size of myself....I virtuously put the image out of my mind. Resist!) I try to deny the idea that Resistance is Futile. I was doing fine at that.
Until my sister offered me a date with a llama. (How am I going to explain that one to Mr.Q? "Honey, we need to talk. There's something I have to tell you. Maybe you should sit down. I've been seeing someone else....") If there are ducks, too, I give up!