My mom can't come to the blog right now. She's glued to the TeeVee, flipping through all umpteen hundred channels watching the "All Charlie, All The Time" coverage. I personally think we've entered CrazyTowne when we have news headlines like "Charlie Sheen and Mohmar Ghadafi....Are They Secretly Trying To Overtake The World?", but that's just me.
Life with Spinster has been rather nuts lately. We seem to have fallen into a routine of writing lists about Spring cleaning, purchasing products for Spring cleaning, reading how-to's about Spring cleaning, and then accomplishing a lot of napping. I've decided that there's no point in getting upset about all of it, but if things don't straighten out soon I'm moving in with my Aunt Chrissy.
On the stitching front, Mo-ther has completed another row of outlined boxes on Rainforest Crunch:
I'm rather partial to this one myself, since it seems to incorporate many of the colors on my personal color wheel. (My colorist, Sheila, thinks that the olive green color is particularly fetching when worn with my signature orange scarf, so I might have to snag this one for my fort.) I'm a little surprised that the old lady hasn't thrown herself into a nervous breakdown over this by now, but she seems perfectly happy to pull a skein of thread and just go for it without care or concern as to what's going to butt up against it or constitute the stitches inside of it. Could it be that we've turned some kind of stitchy corner?
Today's agenda includes a mani/pedi with Miss Nekka at 3:30, so I suppose I had better get started with my twa-lette. I like to look nice for the girls over there at "the spa" (which is what I call the v-e-t to get over any unnecessary anxiety), so methinks it's time for a little shave and a spritz.
Don't worry about Mommie Dearest. She'll burn out on the whole "I just want to fix him, and feed him, and take care of him, and become Martin Sheen's favorite daughter-in-law" thing. I just hope it happens soon, or we're going to have to call Comcast for a new channel flipper thingie. (This one is getting worn out with all of the flipping back and forth between stations.)
Happy Thursday, my friends! I hope that wherever you are is exactly where you want to be!
With love from your pal,