Look, honey, we're planning a FAMILY trip.
Oh, really? I guess that would explain why I'm packing for 7 people then.
I saw what you were Googling earlier. Do you think that's fair to us? What about me? Our marriage?
I don't know what you are talking about!
Denial - that's a dangerous sign. Look, right here in the search history...
|Hardly a den of iniquity...|
"Ithaca Yarn Stores"?
Yes! Is that necessary? I thought you had quit.
Yes, the sneaking around, the nights yarn-crawling, all that...
I'm NOT that bad.
Oh, yeah? What about our vacation in Acadia? What then?
Look, your sister Kate and I were just taking a walk. We didn't know there was a local yarn shop right down the street. Or that Bar Harbor had a nifty fabric store....
That's what I mean! You're just enabling each other.
No! We were on vacation! We were just looking!
Every time she comes to stay here, it's a craft orgy, just admit it. And in front of the kids!
[Hmmm, he has a point there...]
Packing? You're surrounded by your entire yarn stash and about 30 different sets of needles and...and...what ARE these things, anyway?
Crochet hooks - and I NEED them! What am I supposed to do while we are camping? Stare into the woods? Watch you burn dinner on the campstove? For heaven's sake, Larry, there's only so much nature one city girl can take.
Larry walks away, shaking his head and mumbling something about Yarn-Anon. Exeunt.
[Yarn store image: Knitting Etc.]