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What a sad state of affairs
around here today.
I have never seen
'She Who Must Not Be Named'
so scattered and ...
one can only say .... dreamy.
She headed out this morning
first thing mumbling something
about "Need a new journal,
and I'm not waiting another minute
to find one."
Even though there was laundry,
dishes and some serious vacuuming
to attend to.
Then when she finally DID
get home, what did she do?
Why sewed up a cloth cover
for the journal, that's what.
With nary a tape measure or
even a table for that matter.
There she was, ironing the
fabric on the FLOOR.
I never saw such slap dash
work in my life.
There's a perfectly good
ironing board in the closet.
Quite some time was used up
after the cover was finished,
sticking things in pockets
in said journal. I think I saw
some stamps and stickers
and stationary.
Then out came a
felted bag that she sewed
handles on with blue buttons.
I have NO idea where that
came from. I don't remember
her knitting that one.
That vacuum didn't get
turned on until after 3 o'clock
in the afternoon.
I ask you, is that any way
to run a household?
I don't know WHAT
I am going to do with her.
I think she may have
a bad case of Spring Fever.
I may have to boil
her up some dandelion greens
and physic her with them.
(I don't think that's going to help much. What she needs is a good swift kick in the behind. I'll see if I can get that Dog to do it.)
What a sad state of affairs
around here today.
I have never seen
'She Who Must Not Be Named'
so scattered and ...
one can only say .... dreamy.
She headed out this morning
first thing mumbling something
about "Need a new journal,
and I'm not waiting another minute
to find one."
Even though there was laundry,
dishes and some serious vacuuming
to attend to.
Then when she finally DID
get home, what did she do?
Why sewed up a cloth cover
for the journal, that's what.
With nary a tape measure or
even a table for that matter.
There she was, ironing the
fabric on the FLOOR.
I never saw such slap dash
work in my life.
There's a perfectly good
ironing board in the closet.
Quite some time was used up
after the cover was finished,
sticking things in pockets
in said journal. I think I saw
some stamps and stickers
and stationary.
Then out came a
felted bag that she sewed
handles on with blue buttons.
I have NO idea where that
came from. I don't remember
her knitting that one.
That vacuum didn't get
turned on until after 3 o'clock
in the afternoon.
I ask you, is that any way
to run a household?
I don't know WHAT
I am going to do with her.
I think she may have
a bad case of Spring Fever.
I may have to boil
her up some dandelion greens
and physic her with them.
(I don't think that's going to help much. What she needs is a good swift kick in the behind. I'll see if I can get that Dog to do it.)