Our house was broken into. We were robbed big time. They took everything we had worth anything. I feel angry and disappointed. And some nights I wake up wanting to stab them in the head and have them begging for forgiveness! Other nights I'm terrified to even be in the house.
Fortunately, my awesome stash wasn't good enough for those sad f******s, so I still have my yarn.
And they couldn't take away my passion for knitting. Thank God for knitting.