Happy Futzingday, Dearies!
(For new members of the Spinster Stitcher family, aka residents of CrazyTowne, Futzingday was created by my little dog, Stewey. It seemed that every Wednesday was a day to futz...putter about with nothing to do but wander from thing to thing. Hence, Futzingday.)
Buzzy and I did our thing and are home early because JB Magoo needed to go for his annual physical and we are without both cars at the moment. On the ride over to Ohio, about eighty-five different warning lights came on and things just seemed...awry...with Miss Puff. So we dropped her off yersterday and discovered that there were several issues that needed fixed.
(The dent in my emergency fund sucks, but I am heading to Indianapolis tomorrow for liver testing, so limping along wasn't an option.)
In stitchy news, I spent some good time with Eliana, and hope to get right back to her as soon as I finish some damn good and dispense with the paper:
Sorry about my craptastic lighting, but at this point I figure a poorly lit progress pic is better than no pic at all!
Another hot and steamy one here today. If the weather permits, I am definitely getting in that pool! By the time I had finished laundry yesterday and stuffed my wobbly bits into my swimming costume, the rain and thunderstorms were here, so I didn't get to splash.
Not much else is happening in these here parts, which is just positively fine with me. I like days like this....drama and angst free!
Here's hoping your very own Futzingday is the same! (I mean, if you like that kind of thing.)