Ring, Ring I was calling my DH on my way home wanting to know if pizza was okay for dinner.
He said sure but don't get a big one. I thought that was strange so I asked why not. Well, I am in Iowa, 8 hours away and he was still heading west. He was with a buddy and they were 4-H pig shopping. Can you believe this??? I don't know when he was going to call me and let me know he wasn't coming home for dinner. My blood pressure started to raise. Then I thought, hey my girls aren't coming home this weekend, I don't have to cook for anyone, no picking up after anyone. My grandfather was a fulled blooded American Indian. Indians don't get mad we get even. On Saturday, that's what I did. I purchased some new release and other ones I have been wanting for a while.
5 comments:
Tanya, isn't it the truth? lol! There are always good justifications for stash purchasing!
LOL! Sounds like something I would do! Love the stash. My g-g-grandmother was Indian, also, so that must be where I get it. :~)
YGG!! That's the way to get even! :D Love the new stash!
Wow!!! You got some gorgeous stash!!!
Oh, I love that! Getting even I mean!
Found the link to your blog on Siobhan's and love it here, you have great taste in stitching! And friends ;-)
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