As long as I keep knitting my hands aren’t getting the ice cream out of the freezer.
Nor the raspberry sorbet that would go so well with that vanilla.
Just another row.
Go ice my hands.
Yeah I hear you guys yes I could use the calories but he shouldn’t. No I won’t sneak it past him; if I get some, he gets some. Fair’s fair.
Put icepack back. Ignore pleading freezer contents.
Do another row.
Raspberries are healthyyy.
Calcium is healthyyyyyy. Makes you grow big and–oh wait. You’re right. 6’8″ might be enough.
Just another row.
Just another half a row while they thaw enough to serve–if I’m going to do anything painful on the hands it is not going to be serving up rigid calories. It can wait. *Sssssh, you guys.* This project can’t.
Another row just because I’m an addict that way.
Eat (and share). Gotta build up my strength for these knitting marathons, y’know.