Two Rows Short of a Full Glove
A new term for one who be a little less than sane or smart? Two Rows Short of a Full Glove. Perhaps! This was ME yesterday. Literally, and figuratively. We were on the road, driving our oldest back to college, to his new apartment. He took the plunge and moved off campus, mid-year just to make it interesting. I had finally accepted this milestone of My Little Cuddle Bear , and was happy and excited for him. We ordered the futon bed and mattress, one of which would arrive that afternoon. (thankfully the mattress so at least he could sleep on it on the floor until the base arrives. oh the college days...) We got him some dishes, a few kitchen supplies, and a closet organizer, after much discussion and debate over the benefits of this in lieu of a dresser. His roommate had the rest, he assured us. So, we were on our way to deposit him in his 'life away from home', I was sitting in the back crocheting my little heart out. I was happily working on an order for a pair ...