I received a harassing e-mail from my brother. It seems he's annoyed that I haven't blogged in over a week. So I would like to take this opportunity to point out to all the ladies out there reading this blog that he is single and apparently doesn't have enough to keep him busy.
Here he is after a long day of playing golf. He also enjoys cycling, reading and he even enjoys going to the theater. Phantom of the Opera was one of his favorites. I'm telling you he's quite the catch, ladies. I'm looking for a nice girl, preferably a quilter to keep him in line and to make him start eating healthier. Any takers?
Something tells me he won't be harassing me about my blog anymore...
which I know has been neglected as of late, but I try to keep things cheery here on the blog. Only my life isn't always so cheery. Yesterday I woke to a pile of dog doo just inside the back door. While I cleaned it up I noticed the dog had eaten all of the chicken feed I had reserved for the injured chicken I have residing on the back porch. I was going to have to go get more from the coop in the pouring down rain. As I dressed, the cat started upchucking a hairball on the carpet directly in front of me. The only room in the house with carpet I might add. She could have puked anywhere else, but no. All before I even had a cup of coffee.
It's been like this for a week. So I locked myself into Sheville with a bottle of Midol and a quart of chocolate ice cream and didn't come out until I finished this cheerful crib size quilt.
Sometimes you have to make your own cheer.