My Mother’s Day started at 1:30 a.m. Take two boys, ages 16 and 17, uncharacteristically exceeding their curfew; add a twelve pack of beer. While you’re at it throw in some poor judgment, a little mischief, and a romp through the woods in rugged terrain after dark, and what do you get? An ambulance ride and 30 plus internal and external leg stitches. Yes I’m talking about the same cowardly lion from a couple of posts back. His smile is not quite so big.
When you get a call like that in the middle of the night, the last thing you think about taking along is your knitting. We are thankful parents, it could have been way worse.
Life's a Stitch 
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