When you plan a weekend of tent camping and the temperature drops into the thirties and the rain starts falling the first night in...
And you wake up the next morning and realize the weather is going to be cold and rainy all weekend...
Well.
You break camp in the pouring rain and wind, throw your dripping tent and tarp in your rubber lined trunk, throw everything else in the back seat of your car, and you move on down the road.
You stop at a little antique store on your way out of the nearest city...
... and your Beeg Seester sees a big ball of saved string that she says needs to be in your house.
You look at the big ball of saved string and you say, "How very kewl."
You show the big ball of saved string to your Prince and say, "Isn't this kewl?".
And your Prince studies your face very carefully because he doesn't think the big ball of saved string is that kewl, and he wants to see if you are trying to fool him into thinking you do.
He sees that you are serious and he says something very tactful about the big ball of saved string and your love for it.
You buy the big ball of saved string and bring it home and love it.
You draw the big ball of saved string on the inchie for the day.
You take a picture for your Dear Readers, and you wonder if they ever knew anyone who saved string, or even knew that people used to save string this way.
And then you take another picture of the big ball of saved string sitting next to one of the new vintage coffee cups you got from your Chicken Raising Seester, because you think it will help the Dear Readers appreciate the size of the big ball of saved string (and you really love your new vintage dishes).
Then you write a blog post about the big ball of saved string and ask your Dear Readers if you are a bit freakish, or do they find the big ball of saved string attractive, too?
But you don't really want them to tell you that you are a bit freakish.