First a little view from the Happy Chair on a gloomy Thursday morning. I'm supposed to be cleaning the house, wrapping presents, and planning our Christmas meals, but....here I am! Stalking blogs with wonderfully indulgent impunity! Bully for me!
I think I've come to the conclusion (for the tenth or eleventh time), that I like stalking blogs and looking at and lusting over all of YOUR stitching more than I do actually stitching MINE. And considering I really really enjoy stitching my stitching, you can do the math there to determine how much I love yours.
Blog stalking has become such a part of my day that I find myself planning everything else around it. For example....this morning I wrote a big long list of all of the crap that Stewey wants me to do, but not ten seconds after it was completed, I high-tailed it into the office to see what all of you are up to today.
I think that the most interesting part of this scenario is that I am not finding one thing wrong with it, and every time I read an article about how people have become addicted to Facebook or this or that, I say "Oh, how silly...I can't imagine such a thing" as I'm bookmarking more and more stitchy blogs for the list.
Last night Stewey threw his spaceship at me and demanded that I fill it with treats. (The spaceship is this hard rubber toy that comes apart in the middle, and you fill it with treats and replace the top and then the dog has to figure out how to get it open.) He's had this toy in his toy basket from the very day he came home and he never paid too much attention to it (preferring the New York Times Sunday Crossword for problem-solving exercises), so I've been kind of surprised that he is now obsessed with the damn thing.
So this morning I sat down to blog stalk and before my fanny could even hit the chair, he was in the office throwing the spaceship at my feet. "Stewey," I said. "You've got a problem, my little friend. We're going to have to find a spaceship rehab program for you to deal with this new addiction of yours."
Then I shoved the fourth rice krispie treat into my face and turned my chair around and got back to blog stalking.
What can I say? When they finally send me to the Betty Crocker Clinic, I want to make sure that I'm caught up on everything and that I will have had enough marshmallow to spackle my veins shut.
Here's hoping that you are getting YOUR exercise today! Pace yourself, and remember that there are only so many days left until...well...you know.