All Is Right With The World...

"Home Again" - Framed Cross Stitch Design Featuring D. Morgan Image

This framed needlework piece used to hang in my shop (Stitches) in Wisconsin, but now it resides in the hallway of our home here in Florida.

I love the verse:

"I hear your footsteps down the hall.

You are home again and safe.

All the burdens of the day are softened -

and all the night noises are music to my ears."

Handsome got back home yesterday afternoon. Tag and Bella (and I!) were jumping all over him, and we were all so glad to have him home again.

We spent the evening catching up on his travels, and sharing news on the home front. The dogs just wanted to cuddle and have him pay attention to them. (They were such pests!) 

Studio time working on class models was put on hold. I'll finish preparing for my Saturday class today.

Leisure Arts Chart for "Home Again".

This is the chart for the design, just in case you're interested in stitching this piece for your home. (It is not a Brynwood Needleworks design.)

Home Again...

D. Morgan "Home Again" Cross Stitch (Leisure Arts)

He's safely back home and all is right in my world again. I tried (unsuccessfully) to capture a good photo of this piece, which hangs in our back hall.  It's a perfect piece to place where we see it during each of our comings and goings.

The verse reads: "I hear your footsteps down the hall. You are home again...and safe. All the burdens of the day are softened, and all the night noises are music to my ears."

I guess I wrote about this back in 2015. I didn't get a very good photo of it then, either. You can see that post HERE.

I took this photograph of the girls to send to Handsome while he was in Florida. I also shared it to my facebook page. My stepsister saw it and commented that she saw the "heart" on the gravel between the girls and said, "I see a heart from Tag between Bella and Carly". Once she said that, I noticed it, too. She said she also saw his shape lying in the snow behind them.

Needless to say, it made me smile (with a tear in my eye). I like the thought that he left a little love note for us when we were taking this picture. The heart is where he usually would have sat during our photo sessions of the trio.

I'll be at work today until four, so Handsome will spend the day here with the ladies. My plan is to finish my first ladybug when I get home. Sherry was right in her comment about my post yesterday. Of course, they have little antennae, so I'll figure out a way to add them to mine at the end. We'll see what I can come up with, and I'll be sure to share when the first one is done!

See you tomorrow!

Celebrating With My Portage Family...

Handsome wanted to take one more day to be sure he's over whatever he had going on, so part of my Sunday was spent in Portage celebrating the holidays. 

I woke up to dense fog, but the weather weenies promised it would clear off by noon. I left home around 11:30 and drove in it for an hour until I was nearly to Portage. Thankfully, the roads were lightly traveled, and everyone had their lights on for the best visibility. My trip there was uneventful.

Adrienne hosts the family Christmas party at her home every year, and most everyone shows up. I had to giggle when A's daughter, Belle said to me, "I always thought we were related!" I told her we are by choice and that I'm her honorary auntie.

Every year, four generations of these women (plus yours truly) have our photograph taken for the memory books. This year was no exception, and we don't part company until the deed is done. I love this one!

Of course, Linda and I have to have one of just the two of us, too. We've been friends since I first moved to Portage in 1976, and went into the grocery store where she was the manager. She hired me on the spot (I had three years' cashier experience in high school, plus a little more post-graduation.) We quickly became friends, and she and I have been besties every since. I love her dearly. I'm so blessed that we can spend time together again, and also that her daughter, granddaughter, and great-granddaughter are also part of our friendship. Plus, she and Handsome share the same birthdate, so I can celebrate both of them every year!

Handsome called to see when I'd be coming home because, although the fog had cleared in Portage, it was still thick as pea soup at home. He was concerned that I'd be driving back in the dark, so he urged me to leave soon and be careful.

I left Portage around 3:15, and admit I had a lead foot as I neared a section of highway where I should have known better. As I rounded a gentle curve in the road, I saw a squad clocking traffic. I knew he had me, so although I slowed down, I was still over the limit. I checked my rearview mirror and watched him come off the shoulder, turn around and follow me. Soon after, he lit up his colored lights. I immediately pulled over and waited with my license and proof of insurance in hand.

He walked up to my open window with the "afternoon, ma'am" and I replied with a "Hi. I know I was speeding." He asked if I was in a hurry for any particular reason, and I explained that I was trying to get home before dark - considering I knew it was thick fog at home, an hour from where he stopped me. He asked me to hold on as he walked back to his cruiser.

I wasn't really concerned. I'd earned a ticket if he was in the mood to hand them out, but I also knew that I haven't had any interaction with law enforcement in at over a decade, and even then, there hadn't been a ticket.

He walked back to the Explorer and handed me my documents. He said he was just going to give me a verbal warning, and I promised him I wouldn't speed the rest of my trip. (I didn't either.) He walked back to his vehicle, I properly signaled before entering the highway, and was on my way again. So, that was my only excitement on this trip. I got to chat with a really nice police officer.

The balance of my trip was fog-free until I got to our side of Fond du Lac, and I drove home in thick fog again for the last twelve miles. I pulled into the garage and was greeted by a relieved husband. We spent the rest of our anniversary together at home, with plans to have a special dinner once he's completely healthy. Neither of us really cared about going out. We were content to be together. 

I don't work again this week until Friday, so I have plans for things I'd like to accomplish. There will be baking, some canning, and definitely laundry. As for needlework, I will have needle and thread to fabric this week, but I'll share more on that later. Happy Monday!

Over The River Is Home Again...

She's home again!

When I opened the box, I was expecting the judges critique sheet, but there

were other treats tucked inside, too! Are you ready to see what came back?

I received a National Quilting Association quilt label for my quilt. It 

records that it was included in the "Going Green" show this year.

I'll be putting a fabric border on the label (just like I did for the one that's 

already on the back of my quilt) and then sew it on above my regular label.

I also received a program for the show and a ribbon as an "entrant" in the show.

It's already hanging up on my ribbon frame along with the few others I have.

I promised I'd share the judges' critique sheet when it came back. Well, here it is. I'm happy with the comments and will remember their feedback as I create future quilts and other sewn and quilted projects.   Overall, the most difficult part of participating in the NQA show was boxing  up and shipping off my quilt. That was nerve-wracking for me. I was so concerned that it would be lost in transit, and I most relieved when I found  the box delivered to our front lanai when I got home yesterday morning.    The extras in the package were icing on the cake. Really. I am happiest just  having my quilt back and hanging up in its appointed place in our home. I can  stop fretting and be content to  run my hand over the fabric on my way by. I think "Over The River" will just stay home from now on. Yes. I think so.

I've Got A New Attitude...

This is my knee as of Sunday afternoon.  I'm blessed to be a good healer, and this is no exception. However, it's been three weeks since my last post, and it sure hasn't been a cake walk. Handsome and I talked about it, and although he can think of one other long recuperation (I was in my 30s then), I think I can safely say this has been the hardest recovery in my life.

Everyone told me the first two weeks would be the worst, and I can concur. I was taking pain meds every four to six hours (along with an anti-nausea pill) and spent what time wasn't in physical therapy, icing and sleeping. I also did my home physical therapy to move the healing along, too.

This is a front and side view from last week's appointment with the surgeon's assistant. Everything is where it's supposed to be, and they're very happy with the results. I'm officially "left side bionic". The joint is secure and stable, and now it's just a matter of getting the musculature healed and mobile again.

My progress is right on schedule, too. They wanted me to be at 90º (for my knee bend) by that appointment, and I was already at 101º. I'm doing physical therapy three times a week, so by the next appointment I was at 107º, and by last Friday, I'd managed to exercise myself to 111º by the beginning of the appointment (rather than getting a measurement again at the end per usual). My therapist was really happy about it, and truthfully, so am I. Knowing how much they had to move things out of the way to install the new hardware, the muscles and tendons were traumatized. Even though they weren't damaged before or during, I still have to give myself some grace to heal everything. I have therapy again today, so we'll see what I managed to accomplish over the weekend. 

I haven't been able to sit at my needlework frame for multiple reasons. The main one being that I didn't want to stitch while heavily medicated, but I also wasn't comfortable sitting upright in my needlework chair. While I've recently graduated to a cane (which I rarely use in the house now), getting around with a walker before that wasn't conducive to being comfortable either. I thought it better to just resort to sleeping and healing.

Handsome has been a great nurse - even though we learned that he has his own issues now, too. He has a bone spur on his spine, so I tried to be mindful of his condition as he was taking care of me. Aren't we a pair, though? Although I couldn't do much to help the first two weeks, I've slowly been working my way back into the kitchen to take some of that burden off him.While there are no three or four-course dinners around here, he's happy that he isn't responsible for our evening menus anymore. 

Even so, he's been a wonderful caretaker, driving me to all my appointments; helping me in and out of our vehicles; and patiently waiting until he can take me home again. That's not even mentioning all he's done for us around the house. He really is the best, and I'm so grateful.

Finally, thank you to those who reached out, sent cards and gifts prayed, and held healing thoughts for me. I think you know by now just how much that means to me. I know it's been a minute since I last posted (July 22nd to be exact, but who's counting - as I raise my own hand), but you're still here, and I awfully blessed and appreciative. 

Thanks from the bottom of my heart. See you again tomorrow.

Tuesdays With Tag - Flyin' Fur Avoided...

Brynwood Needleworks - Carly, Bella and Taggart

  Hi, Everybody!

I know you're dyin' to get up to speed about the canine situation since last Thursday when Dad got home with The Kid. If you're friends with Mom on FaceBook, you know that it got a little hairy around here for a little while.

When Dad and Carly came in the back door, Bella went all postal. She didn't start any fights, but she could have if Mom hadn't been payin' attention. Boo started growlin' and all the hair went up on her back. See, Carly knew she was home and she remembered everybody, but Carly didn't smell like Bella's kid anymore, and her mom didn't want some interloper just runnin' around in our house. Bella was ready (and willin') to kick some serious butt. In no time at all, everybody was in their own kennel, and Mom and Dad were standin' and scratchin' their heads. Now what?

Every time Bella and Carly were in close proximity, The Mama went all Kujo. Carly would drop down to the floor, roll over, and try to remind Bella who she was. It wasn't workin'. Bella didn't want to have anythin' to do with her. Period.

 

It was like this for a couple of days. No way all three of us could be out of our crates at the same time without worryin' that there was gonna be a fight. Mom and Dad went to bed on Friday night, still boggled as to how to fix this problem.

Brynwood Needleworks - Settin' The Ground Rules

  

For as long as she can remember, Mom has been an overnight" problem solver. She'll go to bed with an issue on her mind, and wake up with a (possible) solution. Our current dilemma was no exception. She got up on Saturday mornin' and had a proposal for Dad.

"How about we put all three dogs on leashes and take them for a long walk together?" 

Dad agreed. I mean, what did we have to lose?

So, we all went for a long walk. On our way back home, Dad released Bella to run and stretch out a bit. Carly and I stayed on leash and just behaved all the way home.

Once we were back in the house, Mom put me in my kennel, and then she and Dad let Bella and Carly check each other out again (while the girls were both still on leashes). There were some low-level rumblin's from the mama, but nothin' like before, and every time it started, either Mom or Dad told her to stop. After a little while, the leashes came off...and from then on, everythin' was fine.

Next thing you know, Bella was on the floor, upside-down, invitin' Carly to play with her. Now, they sleep together on the sofa or bed, and everythin' is back to normal again.

Brynwood Needleworks - She's Settlin' In

All I can say is, "Whew! It's about time!" Havin' two girls bein' snarky with each other is exhaustin'! I mean, a poor guy doesn't even stand a chance when the ladies are on the warpath. It's best to just stay out of the way. I'm glad that we're all singin' Kumbaya and holdin' paws again. I can walk through the house without havin' to look over my shoulder. 

Life is good again at the farmhouse. It's like a regular Love Fest. Mom's love their daughters. Corgis love everybody - and treats. Especially treats. Are there any treats for this? I'm sure there should be treats.

 I'll see you again in seven. 'til then..."Corgi On, Corgi Strong!"

A Mixed Weekend...

Lake Winnebago Shoreline

 

Handsome and I had a busy weekend. On Saturday, my dear friend, Laura, came to visit. I've known her since grade school, and when I had my needlework shop, she was my shop manager. I couldn't count how long we've been friends, but I'm sure you'll understand the fact that we have so many shared memories and experiences.

Tag and Laura

She drove down from the northeast part of the state and we spent the entire afternoon together, drinking tea and catching up. As you can see, that fickle Corgi jumped right up into the chair with her, and spent the entire time cuddling. Laura loved the attention. I just shook my head.

 

 

Wood Stove For Farmhouse Decor

 

After she left, Shelly and Andy came down with a new flea find for me. They brought a ittle wood stove for me! It's no longer suitable for actually burning anything, but will be perfect with a plant in the firebox. I think it needs geraniums! I'll show you again once they're planted.

 

 

 

Sunday morning, Handsome and I went to town to pick up some "girl supplies" for Bella (sigh), and then had brunch together. As we turned up our road to the farmhouse, I noticed a sandhill crane in the field. We usually see them standing on their long legs, but this one looked to be in a nesting position...too early for this time of year (and they don't nest in open farm fields either).

I was concerned, so we backed up the truck and I walked far enough into the field to see that she was injured and dragging herself by her wings. Both legs were straight out the back and she couldn't get up. I don't know how long she'd been there, but she wasn't there when we left home. She was obviously in pain.

I immediately contacted our local game warden, who arrived within twenty minutes. He got closer to inspect the bird, and we agreed that rehabbing a crane with two badly broken legs would likely be impossible. He decided to end her suffering. I asked him if I could see her after she died. He said I could.

As he walked across the field again, the cranes (about two dozen gathered in the opposite field) started calling. It was almost like they were saying goodbye. (I know this is attributing human actions to animals, but the timing was so coincidental.) The crane passed quickly, and the warden motioned for me to approach her. 

 

I wanted to touch her, and silently honor her as I had read Native Americans might. I admired and stroked her beautiful plumage, regretting her passing. I then thanked the warden, who picked her up and took her with him. I was sad at her passing, but grateful that she was no longer in pain. I went back home with tears in my eyes.

 

Handsome and I left home again about two hours later to attend an afternoon concert. It was the last of the winter series, and it was filled with fabulous music. He's really looking forward to playing with them again this summer.

We finished our Sunday date with dinner at a restaurant on the south shore of Lake Winnebago. Even though the weather had turned colder and grayer, it was still a nice dinner with a great view of the lake. 

 

Brynwood Strawberry Rose Sachets

 

This week, I've got a number of new commissions to work on. I'll be sewing a few projects, and making some new silk ribbon embroidered strawberries. It's going to be a fun week!

Away And Back...

Brynwood Needleworks - Hickory Hill Farm

I promised I'd tell you about my last day of travel when I posted today. Day Three of my trip was the shortest, but the most difficult. I had decided to stop three hours short of home, after a nice, but long day of driving. At the end of Day Two, I stopped in Rockford for the night.

The day began after a restful night. I awoke to thick fog and a three-hour drive ahead of me. I packed my overnight things and Tag, and we turned for home. My southern-accustomed rental vehicle drove well in the colder weather, but even though Handsome had changed out the water in the windshield washer for cold weather fluid, it refused to pump through the washer to clean my salt-covered front window. I ended up stopping at gas stations multiple times to clean my windshield, only to have it obscured as soon as the next semi passed me.

I stopped close to home to get a few things I'd need for the kitchen (cream for my tea, and such), and then gratefully arrived safely home. I was so happy to see the farmhouse that I stopped short of our driveway just to take a photo to share with you. Home, Sweet Home.

Brynwood Needleworks - Birthday Girls

I didn't watch the Super Bowl yesterday. Instead, I went to a party to celebrate our great-nieces (twins) celebrating their third Birthday. There were lots of family members gathered to share good food, cake and visit.

Brynwood Needleworks - Visiting With My Brother-in-Law, Tom

The girls are my sister's grandchildren, and I enjoyed sitting and chatting with her husband for a bit while surrounded with the hustle and bustle that defines such kids' parties. It was a lovely afternoon. It matters not that there is snow, cold weather or fog. It's times like these that will linger in my memories.

The rental goes back to my drop off point today, and then my trip home will be officially closed. I'll run a few more needed errands, and then tomorrow, I'll get my studio back in order to be able to work there again. (I have to put away my travel projects and situate that gorgeous new (vintage) machine that came home with me). I'm looking forward to it.

Tag will be back tomorrow. He can't wait to visit with you again. He has a lot on his mind, too. (lol)

Kes Is Home Again...

Kes came home with me this afternoon. I took an embroidery class at my favorite quilting and fabric shop in Sarasota today, and before the class was over my cell phone was ringing. It was the clinic.

Chris The Anesthesiologist told me that Kes was "anxious" to come home. I laughed out loud because I could hear her howling in the background. I asked, "She's finally worn out her welcome, hasn't she?" He just repeated, "She's really anxious to go home with you." I laughed again and assured him I was already in my vehicle and would be there soon.

I walked in the front door of the clinic and could hear her all the way to the reception area. I didn't have to wait long at all. Chris quickly explained all the post-op stuff and then brought her to me. I spoke with Dr. Kirsh for a few minutes while Kes quietly waited (eyeing the door), I said we'd be back for our follow up appointments as scheduled, and then we left. I didn't hear a peep out of her all the way home, brought her into the house and fed her, and this is all Handsome and I have seen since.

Dog feet, and now two shaved forelegs - one from the biopsy and one from the surgery. Sheesh! I thought they would have used the same leg!

And now, my mostly sleeping dog. I think she's down for the night.

An exciting couple of days for my little girl, but now she's back home and she knows we'll take care of her.

Tomorrow is another day, but tonight we'll concentrate on healing.

Tuesdays With Tag - Ridin' In The Rain...

Taggart The Handsome - October 11, 2021

Hi, Everybody!

My pictures this week pretty much cover it. Mom took me on a road trip - and it was rainin' the whole trip. It was so great to go with Mom, but rain makes me sleepy. Does it make you sleepy, too?

ROAD TRIP!!!

 

Well, instead of takin' a nap, we hit the road. Not for real. It's just a figure of speech. She strapped my harness on me, and then strapped me onto the seat belt thingy. We were on our way.

Where We Goin', Mom?

 

So, as long as I was  goin' with her, I thought it would be nice to know where we were goin'. She said it was just gonna be a short trip. Sure.  

Another Stop

It seemed like we were in the car for forever! We stopped at the Primitive Gatherin's store to get Mom's newest Wool Box. Then we went to the glasses store. (Mom didn't choose any this trip.) 

Then, we stopped at the furniture store so Mom could see the sofa sample like the one she and Dad picked out. (They're waitin' for it to get made and then delivered.) She came back to the car with a spring in her step. She found out that the completion date for us has changed from November 15th to November FIRST! Mom was so excited! Instead of waitin' six weeks, it looks like it will only be three. I couldn't wait to get home to tell Bella and Carly. We're gettin' a new couch! WOOO HOOO!

Are We Home Yet?

 

The excitement was short-lived, 'cuz we ended up in the car for another couple hours while Mom made stops and I waited. Then, after all her errands were done, we still had about 5,000 miles to drive before we got back home. There was a silver linin' in the rain clouds, though.

Mom stopped at Culver's and I got to have a couple french fries. That made up for all the nap interruptions. Culver's fries are the best! 

We got home, and told Dad all about our excitin' news. Then, Dad looked at the clock and told us it was dinnertime for Boo, The Kid and me! BOOYAH! After we ate, I told the girls the good news about our new couch. They got excited, too.

Well, the day spent with Mom was fun, but I was really glad to get back home again. You know the old sayin'...There's no place like home. (Just don't call me "Toto".)

I'll see you again in seven. 'til then..."Corgi On, Corgi Strong!" 

The Lost Day...

 

 

I never did post yesterday. I admit, I was gassed. Sewcial Sisters was yesterday, and as I learned Handsome would beat me home if I went, I decided to stay at the farmhouse and watch for him. As it turned out, he was home by 1 pm or so, and I was right. He would have come home to dogs in crates and no wife. I'm glad I stayed here.

By the time I completed my ambitious baking plan for Wednesday, I pretty much sat down and stared at the wall, cup of tea in hand. I never got the planned chocolate chip cookies done at the end, but I did complete the following...

 

I'm very happy with how the focaccia turned out. One was topped with bacon, caramelized onions, Romano cheese, garlic and green olives. The other was more plain with bacon, caramelized onions and Romano cheese.

 

Once the focaccia was baked off, I could form the farmhouse dough into loaves, leaving enough aside to make hoagie rolls. Those I brushed with egg wash and then sprinkled with King Arthur "The Works" topping. It's a favorite around here. Bread and focaccia were delivered to Andy and Shelly, and the rest stayed here. Some went in to the freezer, with enough for making sandwiches left in the kitchen.

Once Handsome got home, he and I caught up on a lot of missed conversation, took needed naps, and then finished the day with a nice dinner of warm soup and fresh bread. Before dinner I made palmier cookies, so we had a light dessert to finish our meal. 

Lest I forget, Carly was pretty happy to be home again, too. We let Bella and Tag outside so the three of them could run around together, and they all settled into their old outside routine. We're glad to have the whole pack - people and pets - back together again. All is right with my world.

Claudette and Crystal are another story. They're a little confused about their abrupt change in accommodations, but I made sure there were things from the house that they'd have in their barn room. I moved their inside beds out there, as well as the litter box they're used to using inside. Even so, Claudette tried to push her way in late last night, and it was all I could do to make her stay outside. Handsome put his foot down. No cats in the house. I went outside and sat with them for about twenty minutes, trying to explain, but they let me know they were not happy with their old accommodations. I could completely empathize. I was sad, too. I'm just hoping that the weather gets nicer quickly, so I don't have to worry about them. They'll be fine. I'm not sure about me.

Today, Jan is coming back down and we'll sew up her pretty vacation swimsuit coverup. She and "Big" (her nickname for Handsome) will get a chance to visit, too, and I always enjoy listening to them. Once that's done, I think I'll do nothing for the rest of the weekend. Time to take care of the critters and make a little breakfast for my sweetheart before Jan arrives. 

PS. Sorry Tag and I haven't answered comments for a couple of days. I promise we'll sit down over the weekend to catch up with everyone. Thanks for understanding. xo

Tuesdays With Tag - Not My Eyeballs!...

Brynwood Needleworks - Not My Way To Spend The Night

Hi, Everybody!

So, I know you're wonderin' just what happened to me last week. Mom promised me she'd let me tell you about it today, so here goes.

My Thursday started out normal, like any other day. Mom, Boo and I got up, Mom let me out for my mornin' constitutional, and then we came back in for breakfast. I had my usual Fromm™ Chicken ala Veg with a little pumpkin mixed in, and then topped with water. I love it like that!

About an hour later, I started barfin'. I managed to miss the rug the first time, but there was a bunch of food in it. Mom (bless her heart) didn't holler at me. She got down on her hands in knees in front of me and cleaned it all up.

I repeated that about five more times durin' the course of the day, and Mom decided she'd better call the vet and get me in before they closed for the holiday. My vet got me in and checked to make sure there wasn't somethin' drastic goin' on. Xrays confirmed that there were no blockages, and the doc decided to give me fluids. Seems I was a little dehydrated from all that ralphin'. Then, he gave me a shot so I wouldn't be pukey any more. We got back home around 5 pm.

All seemed okay, until Mom was back cookin' in the kitchen. She was makin' a cheesecake for Miss Shelly and Mr. Andy for Thanksgivin'. She said somethin' to me, and noticed that one of my eyes was bulgin'. She took this picture and sent it to Dad. Before you knew it, both my eyes were bulgin'. Mom decided I needed to get to the emergency vet, so she called the closest one and we were on our way at about 8:30 at night!

Brynwood Needleworks - Lakeshore ER Vet Clinic

We got to the vet's at about 9:30 pm and they wouldn't even let Mom come in the office! She had to hand me over to some strangers to help me. She didn't go far. She sat in the parkin' lot the whole time. Boo kept her company.

The vet called her cell phone at 11:30 pm to tell her that she wanted to check my eyes for weird pressures or some other stuff, so Mom said okay. It took another couple hours before they called Mom again and said I could go home.

They think it was an allergic reaction, and it affected the clear part of my eyes and eyelids. They just swelled right up. They sent me home with eye drops, prednisone, and told Mom I should take a cat repellent (anti-hisssss-tamine) until the swellin' went down. We got home after 1:30 on Thanksgivin' mornin'.

Brynwood Needleworks - Ouch. My Eye, Mom!

Mom's makin' sure I get my medicines now, and my eyes are lookin' much better. I'm bein' a good patient, and takin' it kind of easy right now. 

Dad got home on Sunday, and we were really excited to see him. Now, he's here cuddlin' on me, too. I'm sure I'll heal up just fine with all this good attention. We'll just have to make sure I don't get a jab of that stuff again! I mean, seriously, I don't want to look like a Boston terrier. It's not my best look.

So, there you have it. A little more excitement than I bargained for the day before Thanksgivin'. And at the end of the day, we're not even sure what got me pukin' to begin with. Musta been somethin' I ate. sigh

 

I'll see you again in seven. 'til then...

"Just Do It...but not on the rug."