SATURDAY NIGHT SPINSTER BLISS

Notre Dame game, spaghetti and meatballs, salad, bread, and Goofy Juice in my sippy cup.

All brought to me on a tray.

In the Happy Chair.

With explicit instructions that I was not to do anything except "Sit, stitch, eat, and watch your team."

Misses Jane and Charlene surprised me with a visit this afternoon after their trip to the House of Stitches, and I got gifts and the stamp of approval on my Jersey Boy.  It was stealthy, I tell ya.  Charlene called as I was napping to tell me that they had gifts, were on their way home, and that they would be here in a few minutes.  (She's a mom and not to be deterred, and I suspect that Miss Jane pointed her vee-hickle in this direction and there was no arguing with them.)

Methinks we passed inspection, and as I told them in my follow-up email after they left, I think dear Rich was relieved to finally meet back-up in the event that I require additional supervision.

A bit punk physically, but a good hot scrubby shower, some flannel jams, and now some stitchy time are all that I needed to make me feel almost fully human and ready for tomorrow.

At 2:00 tomorrow afternoon, I will go to the Jewish Federation for a reception for the needlework exhibit, and I will try not to chatter like a circus monkey, eat too many cookies, or drink too much punch.  Rich will stay home to watch the Eagles and there's a promise of another dinner in the Happy Chair for being a big girl and doing something besides staring at him, trying to anticipate his every need.

So that's it for now, my Dearies.  The only thing missing from my day was Stewey and my fireplace with a cozy fire blazing away.  Maybe someday...

Happy Saturday night, friends!  Do something fun and come tell me all about it!