I've never been good with yarn. Can't seem to knit scarves that anyone wants to wear, and my sweaters look more like a pair of overgrown siamese socks. Definitely not my specialty.
I am decent though at telling yarns, and have improved my ability so much over the years that often I have to give a disclaimer beforehand that states my yarn is, in fact, a yarn. I came to this conclusion after the frequent glares and peculiar eyebrows brought into question the sincerity of my heart. Sometimes you can tell a great lie, and no one knows it's a lie.
A couple of weeks ago, I put this to the test when I was preparing to go home to Wyoming. For the silliest of reasons, I told friends and relatives that I was heading back to pick up my newborn baby (named Amber), and was going to bring her back to Virginia so we could start a new life together. This started out as a small comment in a Facebook message, but it soon blossomed into a nationwide sweepstakes of questions and backdoor musings about what Amber in fact could be. For the sake of fun, and to let people know this wasn't seriously a baby (whew!), the name of my mystery child was changed to Annie. And the quest was on. What was Annie? Why was she coming back to Virginia? Why did I have to go to Wyoming to get her?
So I started by throwing out a few hints. Here are some of the more prominent ones:
1. Not a baby (whew! again)
2. She likes to sing
3. Doesn't get along with cats
4. Has a pearl ring
5. Needs a special rag to wipe her bottom
6. Like all babies in dry climates, sometimes needs a humidifier
I managed to stump my original contestant, but she used every lifeline on record to inquire of her much too intelligent friends. Here are some guesses that came in.
1. canary
2. sea monkey
3. lizard
4. iPod
5. new car
6. tattoo
7. beta fish named Lucy
8. new cell phone
In time, the correct answer came out. Congrats to the winner and thanks to all who played. You made my trip enjoyable.
I am decent though at telling yarns, and have improved my ability so much over the years that often I have to give a disclaimer beforehand that states my yarn is, in fact, a yarn. I came to this conclusion after the frequent glares and peculiar eyebrows brought into question the sincerity of my heart. Sometimes you can tell a great lie, and no one knows it's a lie.
A couple of weeks ago, I put this to the test when I was preparing to go home to Wyoming. For the silliest of reasons, I told friends and relatives that I was heading back to pick up my newborn baby (named Amber), and was going to bring her back to Virginia so we could start a new life together. This started out as a small comment in a Facebook message, but it soon blossomed into a nationwide sweepstakes of questions and backdoor musings about what Amber in fact could be. For the sake of fun, and to let people know this wasn't seriously a baby (whew!), the name of my mystery child was changed to Annie. And the quest was on. What was Annie? Why was she coming back to Virginia? Why did I have to go to Wyoming to get her?
So I started by throwing out a few hints. Here are some of the more prominent ones:
1. Not a baby (whew! again)
2. She likes to sing
3. Doesn't get along with cats
4. Has a pearl ring
5. Needs a special rag to wipe her bottom
6. Like all babies in dry climates, sometimes needs a humidifier
I managed to stump my original contestant, but she used every lifeline on record to inquire of her much too intelligent friends. Here are some guesses that came in.
1. canary
2. sea monkey
3. lizard
4. iPod
5. new car
6. tattoo
7. beta fish named Lucy
8. new cell phone
In time, the correct answer came out. Congrats to the winner and thanks to all who played. You made my trip enjoyable.
(annie is, of course, a guitar)
3 comments:
it was a great game, definitely challenging, and fun to play. i am, of course, watching my mailbox.
yes, sarbro is, in fact, a genius... and i'm thankful for her. i do love guessing games, but if i just can't figure it out, i also like to know the answer!
and i like the name Annie much better.
You and Annie will have to play and sing Happy Birthday to a certain "little miss" today.
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