hey mister, that's some swell shag

been spending some minutes on craigslist looking for a and b and c. you might know them by their other names--distraction, procrastination and a mountable toaster (that is, not a device for some pervy autogratification, but an appliance that can be affixed under a cabinet thereby freeing up counter space so i can eat my fav foods--toast. so, git your damn imagination out of the gutter, you good for nothins'). and i see there on craig's list, an advert for a hook rug. we used to call them, hook-a-rugs and made them when we were kids. my big sis made one with a lion's face on it. probably while listening to abba. that's no criticismsmmmsmsm. that was the era. there's a special almost crochet hook that you need to make these goods; it doesn't require particular talent or ingenuity. it's not like weaving a persian. anyways, this is quite a large hook rug, the person is trying to unload, i think the dimensions were something like 8 x 9 or thereabouts. and the seller was charging: $650. lemme spell it: six hundred and fifty dollars. a hook rug that is apparently, in 'mint condition,' which is hilarious in itself. if i explain why, well i might as well pour a bucket of cold water over my head right this minute.