Your afghan is great but I am going to write anything and everything to get your huge pics to drop down. It's driving me nuts. Again, no offense.
Once upon a time there was this little divorced Texas boy with an affinity for bourbon. He was a part of this knitting group on the internet constantly talking with other knitters that live in the 'suburbs' of Texas; meaning any other state.
This boy was a good boy even when he was a little boy in pigtails. He always makes his bed. Opens doors for strangers and always finishes all his bourbon as he realizes his mother was always right when she told him that there are 'sober children in China' that would give their arm for a good sour mash.
(damn I have no idea where I am going with this)
This boy also was possessed with a a good heart. When one of his friends asked, "Why do you keep all these dead bourbon bottles around?" His response was, "Because I was with them when they died".
(I still dont know where I am going with this)
Many people berated this boy for his relationship with Makers Mark, telling him that he only drives home the way he does to pass that one particualar bar. Being the good boy he is, he responds, "I NEVER pass a bar and you know it!".