Holey Schmoley, I am exhausted today, Dearies.
It all started with a text from a friend asking me to dinner, and it ended with my arrival home after a long happy visit to gifts from even more friends.
I promise you, I will never understand how I got to be so completely blessed in this department. If there was such a thing as The Worst Possible Person In The World To Be Friends With award I would win it every year. I suck at it. Always have, and probably always will. But, in an demonstration of Supreme Irony, somebody keeps putting the most amazing friends in my path. Ever.
Maybe Somebody is trying to teach me that no matter how unlovable, there are always going to be people to ignore the worst parts of you and who will put up with your foolishness and who will love you no matter what.
I. Am. Humbled.
The Cottage Care is spiffing and scrubbing as I sit here with Buzzy doing my thing. You'll be happy to know that I resisted the urge to run the vacuum this morning and dust the mini blinds before their arrival. (I know...calm down, Nutball.)
The weekend is upon us and I am going to stitch my eyeballs out or there will be a massive giving-away come Monday. I think it has been weeks since I've had any substantial time with needle and thread in hand, and that's just way too dangerous for me.
I hope that you put your lovely heads on your pillows each night knowing how much you are appreciated and loved. On the darkest days, please remember that somewhere in the world there is a portly spinster thanking God that you're you.
Do something fun and come tell me all about it!