I love my son.

He's funny, he's frustrating, he's bright, he's very intelligent, he's aggravating, he's a redneck, he's hardheaded, he's hard-working, he's gross, he's sweet, he's loving and he's my son....... and I love him like crazy. Of course, he gets all the good traits from me and the undesirable traits from his father (whom I am no longer married to, thank goodness). Aren't I bad? Anyway, as far as his connection to my knitting...he laughed at me when I told him that Tracy Ullman was a knitter and therefore, a good person. What nerve he has. I may disown him............................not!