Apr 23, 2018

Apr 22, 2018


You enter the newly completed 400 million dollar Campus Crossroads project, consisting of three new huge buildings, fake grass, and a Jumbotron and all you can think to say is...

"Jimminy Crickets. It looks like Mother Theresa put on lipstick, a push-up bra, and fishnets and decided to go out for a night on the town."


Apr 21, 2018


After the Blue/ Gold game today we stopped at a local drinking establishment so that Jersey Boy could watch the Sixers and have a beer.  I sat with an iced tea and was pleasantly surprised to see a familar face in the crowd.

The only problem with this pleasant surprise is that it's a face that belongs to a perfectly lovely person that I've never actually met before.

Remember the scene in You've Got Mail when Kathleen admits that she only knows NY157 through the internet and she throws herself over and buries her head in her pillow?

Well, that was me...in a figurative sense.

I started following a woman on the Instagram several months ago called imkindofabigdealinindiana because she is from the midwest, loves Notre Dame, and has an adorable little dog named Cookie. I think I messaged her to wave hello, but couldn't remember if we had ever "connected" in an internet kind of way.

So today I walked up and said "I promise you I'm not a crazy stalker (which is probably the very first thing a crazy stalker would say) but I follow you on Instagram and think you're amazing".

Or something equally as socially awkward and stupid as that.

But it turns out that imkindofabigdealinindiana really is perfectly lovely and friendly and pretty and kind, and was not at all creeped out by a portly spinster breaking out in a flop sweat and gushing on and on about what a fun life she has and how I live vicariously....

God grief, you simply cannot take me any damn place at all.

We are now home and in the fall asleep in front of the TeeVee portion of the program, so I will say goodnight for now and hope for some stitchy updates for you tomorrow!


No stitching to report this morning, Dearies. I came home from the chair, ate pizza, and went to bed (in that order).

Today has dawned bright and early for me, so I am going to take advantage of feeling relatively well to go forth and enjoy. Plans are afoot to go to the Xfinity store to organize contraptions here at CS2, perhaps a light breakfast, and then a day on campus going to and fro. Today is the annual Blue/Gold game...the Spring practice at the Notre Dame...and despite my connection to said place, I've never been.

So that's the plan for now. I suppose my energy level will dictate most of it, but I'm going to give it my best. Here's hoping that your very own plans consist of everything you desire and nothing you don't...come tell me all about it!

Apr 19, 2018


First I pulled out all of my cross stitch WIPs.  (Nope...not gonna count them.  You just can't make me.  Thanks to years and years of therapy and some industrial grade pharmaceuticals, I am OK with the fact that there are enough projects in here to last me eleventy seven lifetimes, and I'm just going to stay here on my glittery unicorn eating waffles while y'all contemplate):
(And no...not even gonna THINK about counted canvas or needlepoint stuff...let's just go down one rabbit hole at time today, Dearies!)

Then I pulled a few things for a half-heiney Spring basket:

And re-organized all of my cross stitch kits and charts into baskets for Spring/Summer, Fall, Winter/Christmas, and Misc:

And after a walk in the sunshine, a quick trip to the Michael's, and a cheeseburger at the FiveGuys, a new project selection:
The fabric is "Lemonade"...a 32ct Jobelan from Colour & Cotton, and I can't wait to give it a spin...especially since I enjoyed the last piece so much.  All threads are per the chart and DMC.

So that's it for me today. I'm going to go grab a hot and scrubby and then thread up and call it a day!  Hope your Thursday is swell and that you'll come tell me all about it!

Apr 18, 2018


No matter your country or politics...she was one of us:

Apr 17, 2018


Prairie Schooler
Garden Sampler (from book #45)
32ct Rose Water linen from Colour & Cotton
All threads are DMC per the chart

Apr 16, 2018


It's basically the size of a closet, but it has a window and is a good space for stitchy stash. I think once I hang some things on the walls it really will feel more like home.

Apr 15, 2018


Rich is at Mass and then doing the grocery shopping for the week, and I'm sitting in the Happy Chair on my big fat fanny having some damn good and reading the paper.

Thank you for all of the birthday wishes, Dearies! My day was quiet and peaceful and full of good food and lots of stitching...exactly what I had hoped for!

My Prairie Schholer piece is getting soooo close to completion! I am hoping to buckle down this afternoon and finally Git 'Er Done, but there are also plans afoot to re-org the cube room studio today, so I will probably be more like a squirrel in traffic.

Not sure what will be next on the agenda. I was planning and plotting and plotting and planning in my head last night and was contemplating a stab at Stitch Maynia this year...but with a twist. Rather than starting 31 new things in May, I was thinking about stitching on 31 WIPs. Even if I only put a few minutes into each, at least I will have pulled them from the depths and given them a little love.

Or maybe I will finish/finish 31 things.

Or...and this seems to be the best idea: Make a commitment to stitch at least 31 minutes every single day.

Oey. The possibilities abound! If any of you have a good idea for me to get better organized with this thing of ours...I'm all ears!

Dreary, rainy day today means an inside walk on the gym treadmill and lots of Happy Chair time. Rich will probably watch the sports on the TeeVee all afternoon, and then maybe we'll watch a few good movies or the next few episodes of Billions.  Who knows?

Hope your Sunday is wonderfully swell and that you are able to do everything your heart desires. Come tell us all about it!

Apr 14, 2018


I'm not sure what, exactly, it is that I've got...but one thing I know for sure is that the love and friendship and support and encouragement and prayers and happy thoughts that come my way sustain and push me forward like no medicine or treatment protocol on this big blue marble of ours.

Thank you for all of it, Dearies!  Today I am happier, healthier, and more blessed than ever!

WooHoo! It's going to be a GREAT year!

Apr 13, 2018

Apr 12, 2018


Apr 12, 2010


My favorite Aunt Chrissy story takes place on Eater Sunday 1975.....

Scene: A bustling kitchen in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. A mother scurries about, getting Easter dinner ready. She glances to her left and sees her youngest daughter standing in the doorway.

Mother: Chrissy, I told you that I'm really busy right now and need to get this dinner ready. Can you go play with your Barbies for a few minutes, sweetheart?

Chrissy: Sure, Mommy. But I have so many things to tell you that I thought I would stand here and talk to you while you cook. That way I can fulfill my need to be talking every waking moment of the day and you get to spend some quality time with me.

Mother: Why don't you go wait for Grandma and Uncle Connie to get here?

The little girl walks to the front closet, gets her little green velvet coat, and heads out to the front porch. She sits on the cold hard cement and thinks about what a bust this holiday has been for her. Yesterday, she and her brilliant and gorgeous older sister Constance were playing nuns. This was an activity that they both loved, and two white terry cloth bath towels were always put into use as a simple yet effective head-covering.

Yesterday, though, something seemed off. Constance was out of sorts and was bossier than usual. "Nuns don't have curly hair", she grumbled. "We need to get rid of those stupid curls sticking out of your head thingie."

"OK", the little girl said as she trotted off to get the big scissors. "Will you cut it for me, Coni Jo? I'm only four and not allowed to use the big scissors."

The older sister grinned as she maniacally snipped and snipped all of the gorgeous light brown curls away from her little sister's face.

"There", said Constance. "Now you look like a real nun."

As she reflected on the ensuing spanking that both she and her sister received, the little girl wondered why it was such a big deal that she would have to go to Easter Sunday Church services with her hat on. Didn't everybody wear a hat for Easter?

Later that afternoon, the mother stopped the dinner preparations to call out to the little girl.

Mother: Chrissy? Where are you, honey? Come here and try a pickled beet for me to see if I've got them right. Chrissy?

Constance: She's outside.


Constance: You told her to go wait for Grandma.


Constance: OK.

Sadly, Constance is distracted by the latest Nancy Drew mystery that was in her Easter basket that morning. She heads into the den and buries her nose in the book...completely forgetting about her tiny little sister standing alone outside on the front porch.

Later that afternoon....

The front door opens and several voices are heard.

Grandma: Sig?! Are you home? What the hell is Chrissy doing standing out on the front porch?! We pulled up and she said that she had been out there all day waiting for us! Her little nose is running and she's frozen solid! What the heck are you people doing in here?

The relatives all kiss and hug hello in stony silence as the little girl heads upstairs for a hot bath. As she's hanging up her coat, she glances at the curls hidden in the wastebasket and decides that Christmas is definitely her favorite holiday.


P.S. Here's a few things you should know about Aunt Chrissy:

1. Yes, the hair story is completely true. When she was little she had positively gorgeous light brown curly ringlets that covered her head. I cut them off. (What can I say? I had a head like a bowling ball and was evil.)

2. My sister talked from the minute she woke up until the minute she passed out in her little bed. Some nights, she would tip-toe to the side of Mom and Dad's bed and poke Mom awake because she had more to say or had "forgetted to tell you something."

3. She was a very good little girl and usually did exactly what she was told, so the story above is as true and accurate as I can remember it. We believe that she had been out on that porch for at least three hours, because when Grandma and Uncle Connie finally got there they said she was really really shivering and her lips were a bit blue.

4. My sister isn't just in my life...she is my life. (Sorry, that's a line from Tony Soprano, but it's just too damn apropos not to use it here.) She is funny and kind and strong and very very brave. She takes care of me, tolerates my silly little dog, and feeds all of the birds, squirrels and ducks faithfully and with great care. She is the rock and the leader of our little family, and there are times when I really wonder what I did to be given such a gift of this particular sister. I love her, need her, and care about her more than anything or anyone I've ever known, and I cannot and will not live my life without her in it.

So there you have it. Aunt Chrissy turns 39 today and I couldn't be happier about it.

Apr 9, 2018

Apr 7, 2018


A happy view from the Happy Chair:

The day's to-do list:

Hi, Dearies!  A quiet week followed by a quiet weekend, I hope.  I was a bit under the weather with a Crohn's flare up, so I hunkered down and let it ride its course.  All is now well, and I am happy to report that after a missed dialysis session on Wednesday, Friday's session was blessedly smooth.

The plan for today is to remain quiet...in pj's and stitching to my heart's content.  We were going to go over to Notre Dame for a baseball, softball, and lacrosse event, but decided against it due to a whopping 34 degrees on the thermometer.  I'm game, but Mr. Spinster isn't too keen on the cold...even if it is sunny out there.

I'm contemplating some putzing in the kitchen today, but looking for inspiration. Our Sunday brisket was delicious, so I'm trying to figure out what will give us a repeat performance.  Maybe another turkey breast...or salmon...or pulled pork...or...

So that's it for me. Boring, but peaceful and still here, which is exactly how I like it these days. Thank you for indulging my quietude last week...come tell me all about what's up in your corner of the world!

Apr 6, 2018

Apr 5, 2018

Apr 4, 2018

Apr 3, 2018

Apr 1, 2018


Very nice job, girls, but you just about gave this portly spinster alumna a heart attack!

Mar 31, 2018


This is the Coldwell Banker "Hoops" ad.  The idea is that a family is looking for a house and the realtor tells the little kid that if he puts up a basketball hoop he'll make lots of new friends.

Mission accomplished, from the looks of it, right?


So my questions are...

1. Is the kid's hockey net in front of the big ass dining room window to the far right?

2. Does the realtor's brother in law own a window repair company?

I swear you can't make this stuff up.  And, to make matters much much worse, I suspect that Coldwell Banker paid an advertising agency about a bazillion dollars to make this stupid thing, and that (given its placement during the NCAA tournament) it's the equavalent of a Super Bowl ad tor them.



I found the recipe for the scones on the Pinterest, but the original can be found at CrunchyCreamySweet.com. When I made mine, I cut them into six pieces and baked them individually. I also just patted the dough into a big rectangle rather than the log and disc thing in the directions. (What can I say? I like really big scones.)  I also made a drizzle with confectioner's sugar and a little milk because I felt a little drizzly today.

  • 2 cups all-purpose flour
  • 1/4 cup granulated sugar
  • 2 teaspoons baking powder
  • 1/4 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • 1/2 cup unsalted butter , chilled (see note)
  • 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 1 large egg beaten
  • 1/2 cup buttermilk
  • 1/2 cup cinnamon chips (I used Hershey'OR 2 to 3 teaspoons ground cinnamon
!for the topping:
  • 1/4 cup granulated sugar
  • 1 Tablespoon ground cinnamon
  1. Preheat the oven to 400 degrees.
  2. Line two baking sheets with parchment paper. Set aside.
  3. Make the topping mixture by mixing cinnamon with sugar in a small bowl. Set aside.
  4. In a large mixing bowl, whisk together the dry ingredients (flour, sugar, baking powder, soda, salt and if using, cinnamon).
  5. Using a large eye side of a cheese grater, grate the chilled butter straight into the bowl with dry ingredients. Cut in with a pastry cutter, until the mixture has coarse crumbs. Add cinnamon chips and stir in.
  6. In a small mixing bowl, whisk together buttermilk, egg and vanilla. Add to the dry ingredients and stir in well. Do not overmix.
  7. Place the dough onto a lightly floured surface. Shape into a log and divide in half.
  8. Working with one half at a time, flatten the dough into a thick disk. Fold in half and then in half again. Flatten into a disk again. Fold twice again. Flatten into a 3/4 inch thick disk.
  9. Transfer the dough disk onto one of the prepared sheets.
  10. Cut into 8 triangles. Gently, separate the scones, leaving about 1/2" space between them.
  11. Sprinkle with the topping mixture.
  12. Bake the scones for 20 to 22 minutes. The scones will come together during baking. That's okay.
  13. Remove from the oven. Let sit on the sheet for 10 minutes.
  14. Place the parchment paper sheet with scones on a cutting board and run the knife through the same seams in the dough to separate the scones.
  15. Cool completely before serving.


We started a new routine here at CS2 on Saturday mornings.  Rich gets up at the crack of dawn (5:30!) and reads his papers and watches all of the shows that he tapes on the DVR thingie during the week. (It's basically the equivalent of a little kid getting up to watch Saturday morning cartoons...which I find quite endearing.)

I stumble out sometime around 9:00 and after two big cups of damn good, I venture into the kitchen to make something.  Today it was Snickerdoodle Scones:

Then Rich leaves for pickleball and I am back in the Happy Chair with the Food Network and the paper:

And then a little stitching:

If I can, I will eventually pull on my shoes and socks and go for a long walk before coming home to grab a hot scrubby shower, clean jams, and either a movie or two on the TeeVee, or a nap in the big girl sleigh bed.

This isn't for amateurs, kids, I promise you.  You really do need years and years of training in the art of quiet slothitude.  I've been practicing for years, so am adept at the sitting down for hours on end thing, so don't try to get to this level all at once.

(Unless, of course, you are rendered ill will the flu or something.  Then, by all means, go for it.)

New meds are making me a bit green about the gills, but if it subsides we might try to go out this evening.  There is a blues bar that Rich is anxious to see, and I am determined to get him out into the fresh air to prevent him from going stir crazy.

Nothing else to report.  I hope that your very own Saturday is exactly what you want it to be. Do something fun and come tell me all about it!

Mar 30, 2018


The marks on the linen aren't from the magnets...they're from the photocopy of my chart. I had it folded over, and it appears that the ink rubbed off onto the fabric.
No worries, though. I will just stitch over all of it and consider it a lesson learned.

A little more progress. I had hoped to finish that entire bottom section yesterday, but as always, overestimated my abilities. So instead of this being a March finish it might continue on into April.

That's the report tor a Friday, Dearies. I am gathering my wits and fuzzy socks and will head out for the chair in a little bit. Hope your day is everything you want it to be.  We're hurtling headlong into the weekend!

Mar 29, 2018


My treatment was relatively OK, so I looked forward to a night of stitching and celebrating.

Guess who decided to have back spasms and leg cramps all night long instead?  Bad enough that I tried (unsuccessfully, I might add) to sleep on the floor, in the Happy Chair, and on the sectional. I finally gave in, took a muscle relaxer and two Tylenol, and sat at the kitchen table.

Oey...it's not easy being me.

Mar 28, 2018


So here I am in the chair, and so far (knock wood) things are running smoothly...
I managed to ruffle a few feathers, but I spoke up (respectfully), advocated for myself, and put my big fat fanny in the chair.  Instead of trying to remove FOUR kilos of fluid, we're going to remove TWO. I know the exact weight at which I crash, so we're going to stop trying to go below that just because the number on the chart says differently.

And as for Buzzy...he and the tech both behaved beautifully today, and I think he did so because I said "Let's stay away from this area and go here and here." I suspect that the stent was the issue, and that they were trying to put a square peg in a round hole so to speak, but with a little noodging...we seem to be in a much better place.  I know that he's very deep, so I just need to remind them to keep that in mind.

One thing I do want to mention though, is that my issues with dialysis are just that...mine.  I look back over some of my posts and I cringe that I told the brutal truth.  Dialysis is no joke, and I don't want anybody out there to minimize its horror...but I don't want to scare anybody facing it either.  So if you are a kidney patient and you are headed in the dialysis direction, please don't think my experience will be yours.  You can do this, I promise, but you really do have to put your warrior underpants on.

The other thing I don't want to do is minimize my complete awe and respect for my techs and nurses here.  Yes...some are better than others, and some seem to just get me better than others, but every single one of them is a blessing in my life that I thank God for every day.

As are you, my friends.  I looked at my Jersey Boy this morning and kissed his face and said "I don't have a clue how I would survive this without you here", and that goes for all of you too.  On days when I can't get out of bed (or worse...out of my head), you are there to pick me up, slap some lipstick on me, and get me moving.

Thank you for that.

It's been almost a year since Miss Susan started the YouCaring Fund for me, and I wanted you all to know that my transplant list of things to do is complete because of it.  There were tests and appointments and paperwork up the ying yang, but there was also the warning/requirement to gather as much money as I could to cover the cost of travel, housing, and medication.  Thanks to you...that is done and has allowed me to concentrate on all of the other stuff.  There just aren't any words or poems or gestures or songs or prayers that will ever be able to pay that back.

OK...time to go for now.  The team is here for a monthly check-in, so I want to gather my notes.

Happy Futzingday, Dearies!


It's either a vase...or a headless curvy woman with her hands on her hips:

Mar 27, 2018


I am up and semi-caffeinated and ready to start the day.

Wanna know what that is going to consist of?

After a second cup of damn good, a little yogurt, and some Vitamin water, I'm going to sit at the kitchen table and pay some bills and do some paperwork.  Then I'm going to take a shower and put on some clean jams, and I'm going to get in the Happy Chair and stitch while the laundry sploshes around in the clothes washing contraption.  Jersey Boy is going to do a little work here, go to the gym for a walk on the treadmill, and then come home to decide what we're having tor dinner.

But I'm going to stay put and try to gather my wits about me.

I didn't stitch last night, but this is the progress I made on Sunday during "On The Waterfront". I can't watch the teevee and stitch at the same time anymore because I've been taking my glasses off and stitching with naked eyeballs (my contacts and cheaters stopped working a few months ago), but I can listen and enjoy the film just the same.

Thank you, as always, for your love, support, encouragement, prayers, and happy thoughts.  I am still completely gobsmacked by the generosity of this family of ours.

Dreams of Stewey last night...and he was able to talk!  At one point I said "Oh, Stewey!  I can't believe I get to see you again and that you can talk to me!" and he said "That's what heaven is all about, Mo-ther!" And he snuggled up next to me and patted my hand with his little paw and I noticed that he still smelled like baby shampoo and that his leg was all better.

Oey...they really should make pills for this!

So Happy Tuesday, Dearies! We're off like a herd of turtles around here...hope you are much the same!

Mar 26, 2018


Normally, I come home from the chair with two boo boos.  Today, though, thanks to an uncooperative Buzzy and a nervous tech...I got three.  


In another hour I will remove the eighteen rolls of tape, grab an ice pack, and just try to forget today happened.  

Mar 25, 2018


OK...so maybe that wasn't such a hot idea.  Yesterday was swell, in that I got an awful lot of stuff done, but today?  Today I feel like a bus hit me, backed up and over me, and then hit me again.

I know, I know...MOD-ER-A-TION...but in the almost ten years that you've known me when have I ever understood that particular concept?

So today will be a recovery day.  Rich has already suggested that I make the brisket tomorrow and we'll just have leftovers today.

I could kiss him right on the face for that one.

Dinner was a smashing success, and the cheese dip better that I remembered it.  I wish I could take credit for creating it, but that honor must go to Miss Trisha Yearwood Her Very Self:

Charleston Cheese Dip
* 1/2 cup mayonnaise

* One 8-ounce package cream cheese, softened

* 1 cup grated sharp Cheddar cheese

* 1/2 cup grated Monterey Jack cheese

* 2 green onions, finely chopped

* 1 dash cayenne pepper

Preheat oven to 350.  Combine the above ingredients in a shallow dish and heat in oven for 15-30 minutes or until bubbly.
*  8 butter crackers, crushed, such as Ritz

Add crackers to top and brown...another three or four minutes.
* 8 slices bacon, cooked and crumbled

Add bacon on top of the crackers and heat for just a minute or two.
Serve with chips, crackers, pretzels...anything that will hold up to a hearty dip. (I like Fritos scoops).

I'm going to do laundry and stitch all day.  At least I hope so.  If I make any good progress I'll have pics for you tomorrow!  Happy Sunday, Dearies!  Hope the sun is shining and the birds are tweeting sweetly wherever you are!

Mar 24, 2018


I woke up early today, read the paper, made baked cinnamon donuts, and then...cleaned the entire apartment!  Can I confess something to you, Dearies?  One of my favorite things on the planet (in my former life) was having a Saturday morning in which I played Happy Housewife and did things like bake and clean and putz about the house organizing and tidying.

But I have not done that in years!

Between me getting sicker, Stewey getting sick, moving, playing with my Guild Sisters, and then the arrival of Jersey Boy and the start of dialysis, I've gotten completely out of the habit of Saturdaying. I relied on Cottage Care to keep me from being featured on reality teevee, but I always felt so guilty for having "help", and I had a hard time justifying the expense for such a small place. Today, though,I was determined to give it a go, and despite a major treatment hangover, I hitched up my britches and went for it.

I'm happy to report that I survived...kind of, but it might be a minute before I have the ability to do it again.  I'm wiped out, but it's a good kind of wiped out and I have something to show for it. Rich is happy that I got some exercise and seem to be less "on the ceiling" with angst over the dust bunnies, so...Good Show, Tubby!  Way to sweat up your jammies and get a little work out in at the same time!

Tomorrow, if I can raise my arms or get our of the big girl sleigh bed, I am going to tackle that cube room studio/Jersey Boy empire headquarters once and for all.  It has become a glorified closet and catch-all space, and I am in desperate need of some order with respects to my stitchy stash.

Charleston cheese dip and chicken fajitas for dinner tonight and tomorrow I am going to make a Smitten Kitchen brisket with mashed potatoes and roasted brussel sprouts with shallots.

Thank you for your prayers and happy thoughts for good sessions this week.  They were still rough, but I really do feel like I'm going to get the hang of it eventually....just in time for transplant, I hope!

Happy, happy Saturday to you and yours! I hope you do everything that makes your heart sing! Come tell me all about it!

Mar 22, 2018

Mar 21, 2018


A little more progress:

And some mystery marks that appear exactly in the spot of my little bird house needleminder:

Mar 20, 2018


Just me...having a Tuesday. I don't know if it's a treatment hangover or wicked pre-ladytime or maybe a touch of Rich's flu...but I'm here and that's about it today.  Life is a bit of a blur these last few days...nothing but loud machines, needles, poking about, fatigue, a terribly bruised Buzzy, and a good case of the weepies.  

I promise you, though, that I am really behaving myself through it and doing things that I know are good for me, like eating carefully, walking, trying to rest, etc. The thing I'm NOT doing is stitching, but as soon as I get myself a bit more together today and pick up a few small provisions from the Martins...all will be well in that department too.

The sun is shining and the birds are sweetly tweeting today, Dearies! If I close my eyes, I can almost see Stewey snoozing in the sun in the back window of Chez Spinster...oh how I miss that little dog so!

Here's hoping that your very own Tuesday is filled with everything you love! Thank you for your lovely notes telling me all about goings-on in your corner of the world...I read them and take them in like medicine and think they do more for me than any other thing in my medical arsenal at this point!

Love yourselves deeply and well...God knows I do!

Mar 17, 2018

Mar 15, 2018


So I had a good boohoo, read the paper, put my shoes and socks on, and we went for a long walk in the sunshine. Then I took a hot scrubby shower, put my leggings and big t-shirt on, and we went to the Martins salad bar for a healthy dinner.

Now I'm in the happy chair with my stitching and our brackets (the score is 7-5 so far...advantage Spinster). Both JB and I filled out brackets, and as games are played and results come in, I highlight winning teams and keep track of who picked them. I haven't a clue, mind you, but so far am holding my own against the semi-pro basketball fan over there on the sectional.

I don't know who is actually playing...I just wait until it's over to see which one of us was correct in our selection.  Every now and then Jersey Boy will holler sometng that makes me look up, but methinks I'm better off paying attention to needle and thread than I am to ball and basket.
(And yes, in case you're wondering, I pick teams based on uniform colors and whether or not they have a mascot that I can understand.)

Speaking of my other half...here he is enjoying a little pie.  Post salad.

And finally, the real reason that my day turned around.  Orange pop.  Orange pop in my sippy cup.
love orange pop, especially when it's diet Orange Crush and was a special surprise in last week's grocery shop.

So we seemed to have turned it around a bit here in Hoosierville, Dearies. I'm going to grab some headphones and zone out with a little Flosstube and stitching for the duration. I hope your very own Thursday has been swell...come tell me all about it!