Mama said that there'd be days like this...
Abe is happy as a clam- even with two black eyes. When I asked what happened, he said he ran into the floor. Then he confessed that one of the black eyes was due to a run in with the kitchen bench- apparently he was playing the part of the bull and the bench didn't flinch. He is scarfing down the remainder of the icing left in the bowl- I might have left a little more than usual. He needed a bit of a pick me up.
I've been sewing quite a bit, actually. And doing laundry. Enjoying the last of the warmer weather. Kinda nippy, but nice. Let's see... I appliqued a snowman wallhanging and whipped up a table runner of three blocks that I liked in a magazine. I love finding interesting looking block in quilters' magazines and just sewing one for the fun of it. If I love it, then I might sew more for a project. The quilt magazines are on loan from Sandy- I certainly couldn't afford the things. Not saying they aren't worth it, just saying wow, do they ever cost alot! I'll post pictures soon.
We had company for dinner last night- what fun! Made poppyseed chicken casserole. Go ahead and google it. It was very tasty and a hit with even the pickier eaters. And sooooo easy to make. Then we quilted a baby quilt and played some table tennis. A very productive and enjoyable evening. Need to do that more. Good times, good friends. Good life.
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My goodness - this photo is wonderful! 8-)))
How could you help but smile when you look into that sweet face! :~)
I'm off to google the recipe! Sounds like something yummy!
Abe's supposed to sit on the bench not fight with it! Kiss him for me. Love you
Poor Abe, I guess he did need a pick-me-up. I remember when Gary Jr had a similar run in with the leg of a sewing machine and we were forced to leave our tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches on the table while we took him to the doctor to be stitched up. Those benches and such are tough little boogers.
This picture made me chuckle. He looks like a mischievous pirate.
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