Hour 4 for me, hour 4.5 for the read-a-thon

I have just spent a nice little chunk of time cuddling with my kids and we each had an apple, and now that the blood sugar has stabalized once again I am going to attempt to actually read before the next referee session playtime.  I am stopping by briefly to check in, and say that so far in the last hour I have only read one short story from my "Knit Lit (too)" book.  But it is super cute.  It is based on the well founded myth that if you knit an entire sweater for a boyfriend, the relationship is as good as over:  done, finito, kaputt.  In this little story a 50 something male falls in love with a 50 something woman who is an avid knitter.  She then knits him a vest, and this is how some of his friends react to the news:

My more skittish friends lifted their eyebrows, too.  "Don't make the mistake of accepting a sweater," they advised.  "If you don't have sleeves, you've still got a chance.  But once you get fitted for those sleeves..."

There you have it, boyfriend?  No sleeves.  Husband?  Argyle sweater with matching hat and leg warmers, to which he better wear proudly. 

Happy reading!