Q: I had a great birthday thanks to you. And I also got some great gifts. Which do you think was my favorite?
Eric: I don’t think you should be putting out there which is your favorite but I’ll play. The weighted blanket from your parents.
I couldn’t wait to get that in the mail but, No.
The pottery wall pocket Suzanne gave you?
I love that so much! Suzanne knows me so well. But, No.
That heart pin?
Sweet, but No.
The book from Tripp and Michele?
No.
My gift?
Well, that was awesome, of course, but, No, not my favorite.
Don’t tell me it’s that Fish card you got from your aunt…
I love those fishes! There’s five of them and I can’t wait to repurpose. But not that either.
Okay I’m done, which one?
The awesome bookmark Andrew made me!!! It’s a work of ART!
Work of Art? I wouldn’t go that far…
You’re just jealous it’s mine…
Q: Now that back-and-forth was fun… let’s continue with another one…. What is this picture of?
Eric: I know where this is going and I don’t like it. But, again, I will play. This is my Hermit Pack basket.
Oh. And what room was this basket in?
The bathroom.
Now which bathroom?
My bathroom.
Is this the same bathroom that is in your workshop?
You know it is.
Now what was found in this basket?
You found my bathrobe in this basket.
But you told me several times that your “missing bathrobe” was in no way shape or form, in the workshop. No way and that I must’ve stored it somewhere in the house. Is that correct?
Yes and you made your point… move on!
(teh heh….. this is so much fun!)
Q: Okay I’ll stop teasing you and be easier… When’s your next workshop and what are you teaching?
Eric: Michigan and ah… thinking… legacy swing and eyeglass holder. And the 4-inch round swing.
Q: So I posted about your article in the local paper and yesterday we got a couple stop in to see your workshop. You are a local celebrity!
Eric: I’m going to repeat one of my earlier answers…I wouldn’t go that far…
Q: What aggravated you this week?
Eric: That little doggie Jaxson has been playing with at the end of our driveway all week. Not only is that dog wearing a tiny sweater, it is leaving tiny you-know-what in the middle of our driveway! I’m not liking it.
Blame Jaxson, he’s YOUR dog.
