I lost my hook at the beach on Saturday. I heard it fall but I thought it fell into my bag, so when I got home and couldn’t find it, I knew exactly what had happened.
Incidents with my tools always happen around the Boy.
I’m serious. I’ve snapped two needles at his house before this. I guess I’m just more accident prone around him.
Anyway, I digress. I’ve already misplaced my hook earlier this project, and missing that week of work was torture, so I immediately went to buy a new one.
Not as gorgeous a blue as the old one, but oh well. That’s the price I pay for not being careful.