My mom can't come to the blog right now. She's in bed with what I presume to be a wicked sinus migraine. At least I think that's what it is based upon the empty box of Sudafed strewn about the house. Oh, and the note that said "Stewey, Mommie is in bed with a wicked sinus migraine. No 'puter and no TeeVee until all of your chores are done." Hmmppphhh. We'll just see about that.
Life here at Chez Spinster has been relatively quiet these last few days. I suspect that my mo-ther is in a stitchy slump since she hasn't really had a needle in her hand since a week ago Wednesday. I TOLD her not to go up into the studio, but did she listen to me? I TOLD her to just keep plugging away on WIP's and then we could have a big celebration on November 1st, but did she do it? I TOLD her that the world is getting REAAALLLLLY tired of listening to her bitch and kvetch and complain that she has so many WIP's. (Actually, what I said to her was: "Listen up, Mom. You're like the woman who has a Virginia ham under her arm and then complains that she has no bread. Dont' you think it's pretty rude to go shoving your stash into people's faces all the time? Don't you realize that there are stitchers out there who would be HAPPY to have such an abundance of treasure from which to choose? Don't you think that your time would be better served by ENJOYING that enormous stash than it would be by griping about it?").
She just pulled the blanket over her head, but I'm pretty sure she got the message. Guilt is a wonderful motivator.
Aunt Chrissy had me over for mac and cheese last night. I would have been happy to go by myself, but the old lady insisted on driving me over. We left relatively early, though, so I didn't really get to spend too much time with my aunt, but an hour with that pesky cousin was quite enough time, thank you very much. If I hear "Oh, Bosco, you're so cute" one more time, methinks I will retch into my handkerchief. (What the little squirt doesn't know is that I was the cute one for almost five whole months before he came along with his stinky breath and playful attitude.) He ruined it all, I tell 'ya.
Today is very miserable...cold, drizzly, and overcast. I don't think I'll get very much sun-sleeping time today so I might as well get some work done around here. I'd love to check in with my broker and maybe do a load or two of delicates before the old lady wakes up. I guess I could make her a nice pot of chicken soup for that head of hers, but I might need to have a cocktail or two in preparation. I get a little squeamish when it comes to chopping vegetables, don't you know.
I do hope that wherever you are today is exactly where you want to be. Thanks for stopping by to see me! I do so love a bit of interaction with normal folks every now and then!
With love from your pal,