THE HAPPY CHAIR IS GETTING A BATH

My mom can't come to the blog right now.  She presently sweating and grunting and cursing up a blue streak as she desperately tries to shampoo the Happy Chair.  From what I gather, all of this recent frenzy is due to the fact that we are expecting a house guest to arrive this weekend, and Mo-ther is afraid that said house guest will take one look (or sniff, as the case may be) at the Happy Chair and will run for the nearest Holiday Inn.

As for me, I am perfectly satisfied to spend the day in my little spot of sunshine at the back patio window.  I've been enjoying a few days of peace and quiet while the old lady occupies herself with filling the fridge with guest-friendly treats and the guest room with guest-friendly amenities, but I suspect that this little vaca won't last long.  I overheard Mo-ther telling Aunt Chrissy on the phone last night that I am to be given a b-a-t-h on Sunday morning.

(Funny how my idiot mo-ther thinks that I am incapable of understanding what she's s-p-e-l-l-i-n-g o-u-t, especially when you consider the fact that I am quite possibly the only member of our little goat rodeo capable of bringing home a Pulitzer.  Do you suppose that she'll figure it out when my name tops the New York Times best sellers list?)

The evenings have been filled with ice cream cones and Sopranos re-runs lately, but last night did present a few minutes of stitching on an oldie but goodie....Alphabets by The Drawn Thread:

I was so excited to see this one make an appearance that I behaved myself quite nicely into the wee hours so that Mom might make a little progress on it.  I do love it so, and wish that she would get this completed and framed for my pee-ed a tear, Chez Stewey.

Here's hoping that your Tuesday is lovely and still.  Until we meet again, I remain your loyal and devoted friend.

With love from your pal,
Stewey