Oey. The one game that I decide to play nice and cheer cheer for old Notre Dame and we get our heineys handed to us on a crimson platter. Man. Broo-tal.
I'm afraid that I don't have any stitching to report since I was too busy watching the carnage, as well as writing lists and such for our upcoming trip to Cleveland. I do want to thank you all for your concern that I am ailing, but please don't cry for me Argentina....it's Aunt Chrissy's party this time. Never fear, dears. She will be good as new as soon as the people over there in Buckeyeville fix her up, but happy thoughts and prayers are always welcome and appreciated.
Full report upon our return. And in the event that any bad guys are reading this and are thinking about breaking into Chez Spinster while I'm gone, please feel free to push the Swiffer around on your way out. I'll leave front door unlocked for ya'.
(I'm just kidding, of course. In addition to a dear stitchy friend on standby, I have several nosy neighbors and a few ex-Marine special forces in unmarked vehicles keeping their eyes on the joint. So enter at your own risk. There could be major booby traps, I'm just sayin'.)
Have a happy week and a good weekend and we'll see you on the other side!