We're having a cozy, quiet morning. Rich will make something wonderful for dinner (I requested spaghetti and meatballs) and I will go to library guild and lunch with my stitching ladies. All I need to do is finish the paper and puzzles, grab a shower, and then pack my little stitchy bag and I'm out the door.
Eugenie (the would be my right breast...the left is Beatrice) is fine, but a bit sore. I gave her an ice pack for a bit last night and methinks there will be minimal bruising. I will have my family doc take a double look when I go in for my flu shot, but for now I think all is well in that particular department.
The poor girls...between the annual smooshing in the mammograms, the daily restraint of the Fruit of the Loom brassiere contraption, and now this...it's any wonder they haven't made a run for it further than they have. (I discovered that they both have an unfortunate shoe fetish, because sometime in my late 30's they seemed to want to migrate and spend all their time "southward".)
(Oh gravity, you heartless bee-yatch.)
Speaking of boobs...I will be a very big one if I don't take advantage of a rainy Saturday afternoon to get some serious stitching done. I feel so completely out of sorts and know it's because needle and thread have been so idle. Must. Fix. That.
OK...back to the cozy morning. Rich looks like he needs a second cup of damn good, and I love having him here to be able to get it for him! It also makes me feel less guilty for having a second of my own...
Happy Saturday, my Dearies! I hope you are able to enjoy every single moment of it and that your heart is singing with something wonderful!