GUM!!! THE DAMN DOG WAS CHEWING GUM!!!

 As I settled into the Happy Chair for a little stitching last night I caught something out of the corner of my eye that prompted a frantic call to Aunt Chrissy.

"OH MY GOD!!! THE DOG IS CHEWING GUM!  CHEWING!! GUM!  CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?  MY! DOG! IS! CHEWING! GUM!

You would think that this would have prompted said aunt to jump into her fancy pants sports car and rush right over, but instead all I heard was a heavy sigh, followed by what I assume was the last remnants of a large glass of wine being administered.

"HE'S CHEWING GUM, AUNT CHRISSY!  GUM!  HOW THE (BLEEPITY BLEEP BLEEP) DID MY DOG GET CHEWING GUM!"

With this, Aunt Chrissy asked me to put Stewey on the phone, and after several minutes of discussion, he trotted over and spit the gum out (in rather delicate fashion, I might add) into a tissue.

I swear, the two of them are gas-lighting me.

 "See my tiny little bunny teeth?  They're minty fresh!"

Here's a little progress on Orchid Maze.  I would have accomplished more, but there was the gum incident, as well as several hours of Kevin Costner movie watching to be done.

That's the report for today.  I hope that your little corner of the world is considerably less dramatic.  Woo Hoo!