See, now, this is how rumors get started. Laurie doesn’t remember who said it, but it sure made her laugh. Wendy‘s taking credit for it. Kay thinks it was Juno who sent us over there, but I remember it being Knitty Amy. I’m setting the record straight right now. Whatever got us there, I was the one that went over to Norm Hall, looked him straight in the eye and said, “They told me I needed to touch your wood.”
Believe me, I swear on all that is holy in knitville I had no idea what I was saying.
I won’t, however, swear on a stack of Shirret rugs that I didn’t know what I was saying when I told him, “I hear there’s a seven year wait for your wood.”
Ah, Rhinebeck. How I miss thee.
Ha! I had no idea that putting it in a blog title meant that I was claiming it. I’m SO glad you took it away from me!!!
😉
No – I Love You!
It’s been many years since I knew wood that good. Thanks for the laugh!
I think I have wood envy.
It’s all too funny. But can I just say, it sounds like something you would say. 😉
tramp.
Mwahahahaha!
Sometimes naughty is soooo nice. You crack me up!
Hmm. Were you standing around with Laurie and somebody else and Juno and sombody else (me, I was flashing my bulge) and retelling the story? If not, I know of somebody else who claims that she said that.
Well, now, that just takes “knock on wood” to a whole new level, now, don’t it? 😉
You’re wonderful 🙂
ok, like, we TOTALLY didn’t get to hang out! 🙁 Chelsea and Sarah and I were talking and we TOTALLY have to come up to the NYC to see you and Ann soon!! Maybe in January?
Thank you thank you for making me laugh about Rhinebeck! I was feeling negative about it (though all in all I had a good time), and this completely made up for it! You rock, as usual.
Brave woman, stepping up to the plate like this. You are right about the rumors!
I still like Jen’s reaction to the telling of this story best of all. She’s just so darn sweet, isn’t she?
Grrl, I wish I had been there to hear you in person and have a good laugh (at your expense)…with love, of course.
Ok, I know I’m arriving late at this post-Rhinebeck party… but darn, that’s funny. Maybe next year. Sigh.