My mom can't come to the blog right now....she's sitting in the corner with a bar of soap in her mouth. This little time out is the result of some pretty bad behavior on her part these last few hours, so rather than put up with it one minute more, I decided to take matters into my own little paws and put a stop to it. Toot sweet.
It all started when she attempted to watch Night at the Museum/Battle of the Smithsonian on the TeeVee at the same time she was supposed to be stitching the borders on her Laura J. Perin cyber class project. I tried to warn her...as a matter of fact, I even said "Mo-ther, why don't you put your stitching down for a few minutes and enjoy the movie and then go back to your stitching when you can give it your full attention."
To which she replied "No, and you can't make me."
So today she's tasting the Irish Spring because she is incapable of counting to 50 while watching Hank Azaria at the same time. (Do you suppose it has something to do with big biceps? The fact didn't escape me that this gentleman has arms the approximate size of Toledo....much like a British chef that we all know about.)
In any event, she had completed all of the foundation stitching on the project, but when she went to put the background in, she discovered that the entire bottom half needed to be frogged back to the stone age. (I am, however, happy to report that she managed to frog all of that stitching without one rip or tear appearing in the canvas.) (Let's just say that it's a good thing that the old lady can't find that bloody seam ripper and move on, shall we?)
So that's the report from Chez Spinster today, my friends. As soon as the timer beeps and Mo-ther is allowed to resume regular programming, I'll make sure she posts a progress pic.
With much love from your pal,