So while I was in RI visiting family and friends for the holidays, I found myself cherishing a fleeting crafty moment while my toughie friends were distracted by a snowboarding adventure. I have to say, my parents each walked by ONCE, and the conversation went something like this. Both times.
"Hey, you've got your art stuff out, what are you up to?"
"Well, I'm making magnets for Aaron (my roommate)"
"Ohio, what is that thing?"
"Its a Cleveland steamer, and it has something to do with feces. You don't want to know."
Aaron seemed to be appropriately psyched when he opened his pink sock, rusty trombone, and teabag (in addition to the aforementioned Cleveland steamer). The magnets really balanced out the classy monogrammed note cards I gave him.
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