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Last Sunday, after literally telling everyone to "get out of my space," I was able to do a little sewing. Seams sewn. Zippers repaired. Buttons replaced. The front of a new dress pattern pinned to fabric...upside down. oops!
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I need a serger. Like NEED a serger. Yes, I'm thirteen and figure if I keep begging I will, one day, actually get a serger.
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Not much to note around here. Got a cheap window air conditioner for the boys' room and fashioned a redneck-style window installation. I'm just hoping it doesn't slip out of the window and fall down the two stories to the ground below. Not that I doubt my husband's redneck capabilities or anything, but I think I will rope off a "do not walk here" zone...just to be safe.
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I need a better paying job. I'm just saying.
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Halfway through the year and some things have fallen by the wayside. Photo Fridays...I really really want to catch up but I'm not sure where I'll find the time. Snowflake Mondays...I am trying to catch up but I learned last weekend that I cannot crochet snowflakes in the car. The thread and hook are too fine...and the work too detailed...to do with any extraneous bumping around.
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You knew it was only a matter of time.
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My girlfriend and I talk about opening our own craft and coffee shop. Her husband says it's like the parallel to the guy conversation about how cool it would be to open a bar. Phooey. Someday I'm going to find a way to make it happen and make him eat his words.
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I'm having a House Party on Saturday...sponsored by Domino's American Legends pizza. Free pizza! Fun!
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I really wonder why I had to answer any questions about dinner if he was just going to throw a grilled steak on my plate and leave it at that. I returned from the grill with my steak...looked on the stove...looked in the microwave...nothing. No, I do not want my green beans in another five minutes or my potatoes in another fifteen minutes (after my steak is gone). sheesh!
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Zip the foster dog expressed her displeasure with her new harness by chewing through it. It was cute too, dang it! Pink with little white polka dots. Of course, said chewing incident could have been prevented if I would have just taken the darn thing off her before I went to work. But I was misled to believe that the boys would keep an eye on her during the day (Live and learn, I guess). Now I need to find another cute harness. I know it's sad, but it's the only way I can get any sort of girly shopping fix.
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LOL!
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We recently adopted an old black labbie girl from the APL. She can't stand having her picture taken. Seriously, she gets up and walks away whenever she sees a camera pointed in her direction. My husband's hypothesis? She was a supermodel in a past life and is tired of the "pup-arazzi." Yeah...I know.
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Sam is watching the Travel Channel. He now wants to visit Belgium, Chile, and Gilbert, Arizona.
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Today...I lost three pair of shoes to the foster dog...I didn't get coffee until noon...Sam has a teenager attitude in a 7-year-old body...Myles fell off the couch three times...the car requires $300 worth of repair...I have to take Myles to the doctor for a checkup...I have to attend calling hours for my boss's son this evening.
Tonight...I drink.
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This is my absolute favorite quote:
An incorrect prediction that Keven Duffy would give birth to a girl contributed to the end of the Manhattan woman's marriage, the suit says, because "Duffy's husband wanted a boy very badly."
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Right. Because thinking the baby was one sex and having it come out another, but COMPLETELY HEALTHY AND ALIVE, would be a perfectly legitimate reason for a marriage to end.
I'm thinking there was a lot more going on to end that marriage but a payout from a lawsuit sounds nice.
jerks.
You know, if we add a bar or, even better, a home brewing section to the craft shop (i.e. craft beers), I think he'll be okay with it.
and my word verification word is "qualling"
So sorry about your boss's son.
LOL at needing a serger.... I am currently "needing" an $8500 embroidery machine that I cannot for the life of me figure out how to justify.... or finance, for that matter!! Right there with ya!
Although I will say my sergers (yes, sergerS) get a lot of use!!
Hey,
Maybe this will be our chance to finally meet, I have a Serger, with several differnent feet for stuff and the instructions even. Want it?
One condition, when you open your shop, will you sell my crafty crap for me? ;) Actually I need to start selling some of it NOW before I have no dining room left at all, since that is currently Craft Central.
Seriously though, the Serger is yours if you want it. I bought it and figured out how to make it go and now it collects dust in my closet. Help a girl out, TAKE IT!!!
I am sending you the funniest thing. Hope you like it.
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