I NEED A TURKEY SANDWICH, STAT!

Now I don't know if you can tell what the hell is in this picture, but if I said "OH DEER!" would you believe me? This is a herd of about 20 deer that were having a snack in the back field at 3am.

What was I doing at 3am you ask? Well, let's just say it involved wanted to put my eye out with a stick. A sinus migraine got the better part of me last night and I was pacing around the house wondering how many Tylenol I could take before putting myself on the kidney donor list.

After the deer incident, I thought to myself "Gee, if they can have a snack at 3am, so can I", so I made a little tiny turkey sandwich. Within 15 minutes my headache was completely gone. Go figure. The resulting heartburn, however, seems to be here to stay. (Heavy and dramatic sigh.)

I made really good progress on the Rainbow Birds! I'm not sure if it was the headache or the fact the Stewey put himself to bed early and wasn't there to inspect, but I didn't stress myself out over this one at all and just had some fun:

I'm sorry that I can't tell you the name of the stitches. I just kinda' made them up as I went along. There is a LOT more variegation in real life, so the stitches almost look like feathers! Who's better than me?

I'll futz around with this some more and than have some fun with the background. I think the fact that I decided to hang this in the laundry room took a lot of the pressure off. Nobody will see it except me, so I won't have to worry about theme, composition, color selection, etc. etc. as if I were entering it into the Mother Of All Stitching Competitions. This one is just for fun. (As they all should be, right?)

Methinks Stewey has a little cold. He's been curled up on his perch sniffing all morning, and I caught him tucking a little handkerchief into the sleeve of his cardigan just like the nuns used to do. I think he's trying to get the sympathy vote today since I told him that if he thinks he's going to avoid peeing outside in a blizzard he's got another thing coming. (Now before you feel sorry for the little fella having to brave the eighteen foot snowdrifts, may I remind you that Mommie ALWAYS shovels a path for him before pushing his little tush out the door?! Forget the fact that I'm usually doing it in pajamas and slippers...this dog doesn't know how good he's got it!)