I'm on a secret mission.
It does NOT involve mittens. I've made 2 pair of mittens lately, all four individual mittens are of their own mind and have decided to be of their own size. In people I respect that, mittens, not so much.
My secret mission does not involve spinning fluff into yarn.
My secret mission does not involve breaking the hearts of young men, drinking beer or being scantily clad. Are you kidding, I live in Michigan, it could snow at any minute. The Ogre frowns upon those activities, unless of course it's for the betterment of mankind, or we end up getting free drinks or dessert. Plus, I've been 29 for like 7 years now, things are rapidly heading downhill.
So what's the secret mission? It's a freaking secret!