WHY STEWEY IS NOT ALLOWED TO WATCH ANY MORE OLYMPICS, BY THE SPINSTER STITCHER HER VERY SELF

This will be very short and sweet today, folks. Stewey is out in the car waiting for me to take him shopping. I can guarantee you that if I'm not out there in about three minutes, he's going to start honking the horn. This, unfortunately, will result in me having to run out there in my nightgown. And considering that I'm full-on into "winter legs" mode, I'd really rather not.

(Believe me when I tell you that nobody needs to see that on a Friday morning in Hoosierville.)

(And by nobody, I'm referring to the construction crew that's noisily building a house down the street.)

There I was...minding my own business while watching the Olympics and happily stitching away on My Land. I thought that Stewey was sleeping under the blanket on the ottoman, but it turns out he was up in the studio, pencils clutched in his paws while furiously drawing in his little notebook.

Stewey has decided that he wants a pair of gloves just like this: But he wants to wear them with this:
Given my sewing skills (or miserable lack thereof), methinks this is going to be a very long day. Damn dog.