Non knitting, and really apropos of nothing much except that we're talking about men, can I just say that I had a big arm pump "Yeah!" moment yesterday when I heard a (male) psychologist say in an interview about James Ray and the deaths during his "motivational exercise" in October that he was "in a state of testoterone induced psychosis" at the time. We all knew testosterone poisoning makes you crazy, right?? But back to the knitting. I'm sitting next to Dave just a few minutes ago having the following conversation:
Dave: "Did you notice I found your babbaloo?"
Me: "Huh?"
Dave: "You know, your babbaloo." Waves arms about.
Me: "Wha??"
Dave: "Your babbaloo, your babbaloo, that thing you use." More waving of arms.
Me: "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Older Son: "Yeah Mom, your babbaloo!" He had no idea either, he was just making fun of us.
Dave: Still waving arms."That thing, you know, the babbaloo. I put it in the bedroom." (Have you figured out what it is yet?)
Me: (Having been in my bedroom and noticed the new addition) "You mean my niddy noddy? Yeah. Where's the rest of it?"
He didn't know, he'd dug it out of the attic (actually a finished fourth and fifth bedroom that we use for storage) while he was up there setting up a server for work.
Poor Babbaloo is missing a leg
3 comments:
I love the new name for your knitting noddy! Babballoooo!!!
Strange. I've had niddy noddy on the brain. I'm ordering one as we 'speak'.
HA! he is so clever! great new name.
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