Sunday, September 21, 2008


Well. I was going to blog about a giant zucchini on steroids, and how my Tuscany shawl is about 27 feet wide, but instead a certain somebody (or, somebodies) distracted me with this: (FSM only knows what kind of trouble they'll get me in today!)

(For some reason, you have to scroll way down....)

Behold... My Future
  I will marry Viggo Mortensen.  
  After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in Costa Rica in our fabulous Shack.  
  We will have 2 kid(s) together.  
  Our family will zoom around in a blue electric scooter.
  I will spend my days as a Yarn Fondler, and live happily ever after.  
whats your future


yarnpiggy said...

Ha! I love how you link to TBF, and not, say, the Wrangler meetup page. You just know we're going to head there. :-) (Actually, I already gave beentsy my list; she's agreed to act as chaperone so I don't stray from my pre-determined purchases!)

Congrats -- your future is looking good! Hugh and I will be sure to visit when Cornwall gets too grey and damp. :-)

no-blog-rachel said...

Oh that Viggo - he's such a cad! But did he forsake you and your 2 kids for me, or me and our 22 kids (whom we drive around in an olive VW Beetle) for you?

I like your future better than mine, damnit!

Sarah, Grand-Dutchess of Serendipity said...

I too will marry Viggo, have three kids, live in a mansion, ride an orange scooter and become employed at the Zoo as a pooper scooper. That Viggo sure gets around. The dog!

Leone said...

We are certainly covering the cast of LOTR eh? Mmmm.... Sean Bean can be our (my) poolboy.

Barb said...

I'm sorry but Viggo is taken. He may not know it yet, but trust me.