My wife, Michele, has become interested in knitting the way some people become interested in crack. It is not just a hobby for her, but an obsession, one that might require an intervention and some time at a treatment facility. “Michele, you are up to three sweaters a day. It’s time to admit that you have a problem.”
And although it is a source of joy for her, it is also often the reason she swears. As a result, we have decided that it is best if she does not knit in front of children. And while Michele is very good at knitting, because of the swearing she will probably never be able to host a television show about it. “Tonight at 10:00 is ‘(bleep)ing Knitting with Michele’”. Not unless it is on some cable channel, the kind that regularly shows those extreme fights where the winner is given a trophy and the loser is given a tasteful burial service.