Thank you all for commiserating with me over last night's snow shoveling wingding. Well, some of you were commiserating from warm parts of the earth, but just knowing that you felt my pain made it much easier to bear.
I wrote that post while I was having a pity party for myself, because I was home alone and I had no one to send outside to do it for me. (I ask you, what good are teenagers if they aren't home to shovel snow or cut grass when you need them?) All in all, it wasn't so awful. It was bitterly cold, but the snow was light and fluffy. I suppose I'd rather move fluffy snow in zero-degree weather than move heavy wet snow in temps that make you sweat while you work.
Here's a little more progress on Spot of Coffee. I had actually stitched a border under the verse, but one little mistake and I took the whole thing out. Still, it's going quickly, and I like it. I think it'll be time to go back to my DT sampler after this and finally finish it!
Our Philly trip seems to be turning into a drama. My family can be so weird. Dave and I are only in town for one night, and we had an extra concert ticket so we invited my mother to come to dinner and the show with us. And since the trip was short, I had told my sister that I'd meet her for breakfast Saturday morning, before we left to drive home again. Well, the Saturday morning thing has turned into some people feeling UN-invited, and they don't want to "intrude" and yada-yada -yada. Sheesh. If you want to come to the diner, then come to the diner for heaven's sake.
Do they think that I'll see them and give them the hairy eyeball and tell them to sit somewhere else? Do they think that Janet and I are telling deep, dark secrets at the Red Lion Diner? Breakfast is just breakfast.