Apr 25, 2012
PATIENCE, GRASS HOPP A
Stewey caught wind of what had happened and peered over his reading glasses to say "Mo-ther. Rather than sit there for eighteen hours trying to figure out how you can fudge things to fit, why don't you just remove the offending sections and fix them?" Then he went back to reading The New Yorker or whatever the hell else it is that he finds stimulating these days.
So I frogged and re-stitched and am happy to report that we're back on track now. In all, I think that the detour was about twenty minutes long, as opposed to the above mentioned eighteen hours that would have been.
Today is cold and rainy here in Hoosierville (can I get a big Woo Hoo! from the congregation?), so I will plant my heiney in the Happy Chair and set about the business of getting this one finished.
Happy Futzingday to all!
Posted by Coni