So, as I was saying, I started a fleece project Wednesday night following a pattern from one of our new books. The project was for a child's fleece poncho. I got the fleece ready, as well as my tape measure. I ran down the hall to the Rose Room (where I sew and craft) for my scissors. I did NOT run back with my scissors because that would be bad. Of course the reason I am not currently crafting in the Rose Room is because it is still in upheaval with the whole carpet mess. Anyway, when I returned with the scissors (not running) I saw Bode with just a piece of my fabric tape measure hanging out of his mouth. I grabbed it and pulled, and pulled, and pulled.