I am sitting on the Amtrak train getting ready to pull away from Seattle enroute to Portland, OR for continued work in the shipyard. I pulled my knitting out of my luggage and prepared to join the second ball of romney I spun up this week.
I am the smartest person alive, and I hope you never forget it. (I have to say that to myself once in a while)
"You got to your pen much faster than I did."
"Oh I knew exactly where it was. It was on top because I had it out when... blah blah blah... but I was in the hospital for ten days... blah blah blah... when you have two kids..."