Last night I dreamed that my husband and I were being held in a basement by a serial killer. And the serial killer came down and untied me and was gunna do some killin but his knife snagged the sweater I was wearing, which I had crocheted myself.
The entire dream froze and I screamed a scream that transcended time and space, in a shrill, ethereal shriek, “THAT TOOK ME 8 MONTHS TO MAKE!!!!!!!”
Then the dream unfroze and I grabbed the knife and PLOT TWIST I became the killer and started serially killing people in my town who didn’t respect handmade yarn gifts.
WHAT DID I JUST READ
A Louise Belcher Halloween story
This is the greatest compliment I have ever received
Wide Spread Interests 