Last Saturday, we arrived home late from a lovely visit with Ms. Treva and her handmade trees and a necessary trip through the Axis of Evil (aka Walmart). After hiking through a snow-covered pasture and along a creek bed earlier, it was necessary to remove my woods-tromping britches and boots and pull on some appropriate about-the-house loungewear.
As I shed said layers, The Diane turned ’round and espied my awesome purple base-layer paired with my most favorite wool sweater and immediately began giggling.
“What?” I asked.
“Hahaha, that looks like some sort of superhero outfit! Hahahaha!” she replied.
The ensuing twenty minutes resulted in over a dozen blurry images; due to Diane’s uncontrollable fits of giggling. At long last, and at the expense of my dignity, I present to you all… The Woolen Unicorn: Champion of the Underdog, Enemy of Corporate Greed and Political Ineptitude. Capable of sparking cooking fires with a single match, dressing out a deer without powertools, and scootering over any obstacle!