Well, it looks like I spoke a bit too soon about preferring beading and cross-stitch to knitting. It appears there is no end to my shame, for even when Mrs. Peeps works late, she still finds some way to mock me and reveal my indignities to the world. At this point, my only sense of relief is ... well, actually, I have none.
If you look closely you may be able to see my tattoo proclaiming my alternate identity "EW37". Aren't I, like, the coolest cat ever?