Not that he complained about my knitting before. But he did roll his eyes when I came back with 13 pairs of flip flops and 15 skeins of yarn when I was shopping for hurricane supplies. and he rolled them again when I pack up all of my knitting stuff when we evacuated.
We live in Terrebonne parish, you know, where Gustav made landfall. We decided to evacuate east, which we NEVER do. We usually go to Beaumont, but my family from there was packing up to evacuate also.
We stopped in Gulfport to refuel and hubbie locked his keys in his car!! He has an older car and has the pop open windows in the back and the keys were right there on a ledge. Not one paper clip or coat hanger to jimmey it open. I offered to sacrifice a knitting needle. He bent it 4 different directions, I squished my fingers holding open the window as much as I could. And we got them!
THEN I bought a bottle of wine when we got to our evacuation destination. No bottle opener, so dh pulled out his tools and bent the same knitting needle into a corkscrew. Voila! We had wine. Which wasn’t worth the needle.
We are fine. We have a/c, internet, food, and shelter. We will probably be trying to head home tomorrow. We haven’t heard about the status of our home. We live in an old crummy trailer and don’t know if it held up. But no matter what, it will work out. We have friends and family that will help, more important, we have insurance! And dh will never roll his eyes at my knitting again! Sorry no icons to accent my story. The internet is shoddy and I don’t dare hit extra buttons.