Groovy Ghoul Yarn

 We didn't have crochet tonight, the Groovy Girl herself had a migrane and was sick to her stomach.  So I am going to tell you about last week.  First of all, it was Kathy's birthday and we had this yummy cake from a local place in town called J Edwards.

 And I decided that next year I want to make some candy corn bunting.  I did not buy this yarn, it's on display, but it looks like the perfect colors.

 Groovy girl said I couldn't take her picture, but I could take a picture of her boots...sooooo....here ya go....they are hawt don't ya think.

 She is making the most adorable i-pad cozies.  CUTE.

 Kathy is taking a coffee/crocheted cigarette break after eating cake.  She's entitled, it was her birthday after all.

 "K" finished her ripple blanket by the way.

 Ok, so here's the story.  "K" was sitting there and said, "I smell something...it's like something is burning, do you guys smell it?"  I proceeded to somewhat tease her about her sinus issue, because she actually does have a sinus issue.  Or did have.  She said it's no longer a problem.  Then we said it was probably coffee, that Kristi just made coffee.  And "K" said, "don't you smell it, it smells like the air conditioner is hot...like hot wiring."  None of us smelled it.  

Then I turned to talk to Granny Bee who was sitting on the couch a few feet behind us all. And I had my hand on that chair right there....my purse was actually on the seat, leaning against the back of it.  It's a messenger style purse.  

 I had my hand on the left rung(if that's what you'd call it).  And suddenly, the chair moved, like someone sat down at the table across from it and put their foot on it and pulled it to the table so they could put their feet on it.  My purse fell over on the seat.

This happened about two minutes after "K" smelled something burning.  I turned around to see who sat down at the table, and no one was there.  I then got eyes as big as a full moon on a Halloween night and I asked GB if she saw the chair move.  She did.  I told her I did not move it.  I even tried to move it like it moved, with one hand on the rung and I couldn't do it.  It was just like someone sat down across from it and pulled it to the table.  Freaked me out I tell ya.   What do you guys think?  I mean, other weird things have happened there, and we kind of always just ignore it....and I really don't know how I feel about that kind of stuff, except that....well....it's kinda scary.

Cindy Bee