I hate you. I never want to see you again unless sometime in the future i happen to live alone again.
You are mean. You are an evil monster. I want to throw both my machines right through the front window. But i love my windows, so i wont.
You are a real jerk. All i wanted to do was finish my kids pants, you know? 3 hours later, all i have is a mess of thread and some ruined leg pieces. Also, my one year old ate my tampons right out of the box right out from under the bathroom sink while i was trying to rethread my serger one million times.
I hate you sewing. I hope i never meet you again.