I love knitting people

For want of a comma: I love knitting, people. That's true, too, but I'm saying exactly what I mean, here: I love people who knit.

(I are an editer. Didja know?)

I'm just sayin'. I love knitting people. I love, for instance, going to the Harlot's blog and seeing her seeing knitters, and then I go down the rabbit trails she provides (Update: I learned to add links to the sidebar! What's next???) Endless. And from these I find more knitters. Plus, I want to share stuff I find on my own. These are just a few of the folks I want to list HERE, and in my sidebar. (Mwahhhhhhhh!)

Argh, argh, and double argh. I think I'm going to have to take a mental health day sometime soon.

People, I love knitting. I love knitting, people. I love knitting people. I love people. Well, some of them. I love. People I love, knitting (WHAT could be BETTER?). Knitting people love I. (That one makes my teeth itch, like that Paula Cole song that makes me want to shoot myself: "Open up your morning light, and say a little prayer for I.") You get it. You're smart. You're KNITTING PEOPLE.

Beautiful Ann, all will be revealed. Eventually. On the mental health day. Probably sometime in July.

The Short One: Mom. What does exercise do?

Me: You are SO asking the wrong person ....