So, you're all 'fessing up now about your hot pad issues, huh? I was very happy to know that I'm not the only one running around like a maniac saying, "Don't put that hot dish on the table! Get a hot pad! Oh...you want to know where they are? Well...um....I don't know."
I found some inexpensive pads at Big Lots. Not terribly attractive, but they'll do the trick and I was tired of shopping. My shopping attention span (for things other than needlework) is about...Oh wait. It's over already.
I get to bring my darling daughter home from school for the holiday break tomorrow, and that means that the boyfriend will be here for at least a few days, too. It weirds me out a little, but there are so many things about having nearly-adult children that weird me out anyway. In other words, Dave and I are adapting. Accepting the weird as the new normal. And it could be worse. We like him well enough. It would suck if we disliked him.
Then my son will be home for the holiday on Tuesday and that means some belly laughs and great conversation. It also means that my fridge will be emptied. And the couch won't see the light of day.
So the Thanksgiving countdown continues. Most of the shopping is finished, except for buying some of the things that need to be last minute or else they won't be fresh. Salad greens, mushrooms, etc. The china is ready and the crystal is dusted. And in a few minutes I'll start cooking. What I've learned over the years is that the Thanksgiving meal is the tip of the iceberg. I still have five other dinners to prepare. And lunches? Dude. Go to Subway. It's only two miles away.
So right now I'm starting meatballs and a chicken casserole. But first, let me show you what I was stitching last night. I'm very nearly done.