So one of my New Friends from Art Fiber Fest, Reenie, of Material Whirled yarns, was grousing about The Dreaded Wal-Mart and about the people who go there in their Winnie the Pooh sweatshirts, and somehow it came around that perhaps she’d send me one. And I said, “Do, and I’ll come to your house and hurt you. Badly.” Because she’s the kind of cool person you can threaten with serious bodily injury without causing her to turn you in to Homeland Security. Or so I thought.
And then this shows up in my inbox.
I’m rolling in the floor, but I’m also plotting revenge, trying to find her address. It’s a long, long trip, but it’ll give me just that much more time to prepare. . . .I’m thinking, “What’s worse than Tinkerbelle? Hmmmmmm?”