STEWEY, WE'RE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE

I would have written sooner, but I've been planted in the Happy Chair, drooling like a neanderthal and gawping like a fish while watching the TeeVee. (No disrespect to neanderthals or fish, by the way.)

Stitching, suffice it to say, is rather difficult when you're cocking your head like a Jack Russell Terrier who is trying to understand what's going on while Jeffrey Dean Morgan sings softly to you from Ireland. I had not IDEA he was actually that handsome! I mean, I knew that my poor little squishy spinster heart beat madly for him (and several other man types, don't you know), but WOWEEEEE is he some gorgeous hunk of man candy!

Jeffrey Dean, of course, prompted me to go take a few gazes at Chef Robert, and then it was on to Kevin (that would be Costner), and I think I stumbled across some very major James Gandolphini and Robert Redford action when I viewed "The Last Castle" for the eighteenth time. Throw a little Tom Cruise and John Travolta in there, and you've got a very plausible explanation for the total lack of stitching progress (or homekeeping, or baking, or puppy keeping, or awareness of absolutely anything that was going on around me) for the last several days.

Who knew that a big piece of plastic could make a girl so darn happy?

Only a few boxes left to go on the Merry Christmas canvas. I believe that there was a question as to the provenance of this one...this canvas was designed by Raymond Crawford and was taught as a mystery class by the very fabulous Ruth Schmuff of Bedecked and Beadazzled fame. (Which is to say the there is absolutely NO way I would have ever been able to come up with all of the stitches and attachments and whatnot without some very serious adult supervision.)

Today is Target day. I realized with great angst that I had not yet purchased anything for my puppy tot nephew, Bosco when Stewey asked me to help him wrap his gift to the little guy. (It was rather sweet, actually. While I was riveting myself to the TeeVee, Stewey came out of his fort pushing a little box in front of him, and once he got my attention he asked for a little help with the Scotch tape. Apparently Scotch tape and furry forearms can be a problem.) So Stewey's gift is ready to go, but alas, I am giftless at this particular moment in time. I might also have to pick up a few odds and ends for Aunt Chrissy, since Santa Claus indicated that she deserved a LOT more than my paltry offerings thus far.

Happy Monday to all! I hope that you, too get some really good TeeVee watching in today!