Then I realized they were coming from RAVELRY! In my confused state (remember, I'm at 'that age' and I do have four children...I wondered if Ravelry might be closing it's doors and ending everyone here...
Funny thing about that is I always read Michelle's blog (I remember your wedding, Michelle), but lost my list in a huge computer crash and never found her again.
So...Michelle, Bill and I want to thank you for leading all these people here. He thinks they are all coming to see him and his head is swelling at an alarming rate!
Look! His head doesn't even fit in the picture anymore!
Okay Michelle, you can go to bed now. We will not talk about you. I promise!
(Okay, now that Michelle isn't here, let's talk about her. Things over at chez Always Casting On hasn't been all that much fun. Her good news would make some of us weep. Let's all run over there in the middle of the night and TP her house to cheer her up!
Not sure how to TP (toilet paper) a house? There are great instructions HERE. But for heaven's sake...if you get caught, you're on your own. I don't know you!
All that being said, I had a fairly quiet weekend Mark and Tony went golfing on Sunday. Several hours later, Mark calls. He was going to surprise me by buying me (hold on to your hats..he's such a romantic devil)...a light bulb! I was sure he was going to buy me one because he knew I was tired of being the only bright thing in the house, but he said no, he was just looking for a practical gift. BUT...they walked into Home DeePot or another store like it, just when they were marking evergreens down 75%. How many did I want.
How can I tell such a sweetie that I'd rather have a light bulb (they are easier to install)? I said I'd take them all.
He was sooo excited, he never cared for a minute that they had to get out the tractor and pull out things that were already there so they could make room for the trees that weren't there. They didn't even care that our little lawn tractor couldn't pull things out without adding weight to the back...
Andy (pictured above) cuts grass and does yard maintence in his spare time and on weekends. One of the places he cuts is an empty field. People are planning construction on a wonderful house in the fall and need him to keep the property looking tidy until then.
Last week he mentioned that he had to leave a large patch uncut because a bird was sitting on a nest in the middle of the field. Yesterday when we drove by, there she was, sitting on her nest.
Of course, I didn't have my camera, but when I got up extra early this morning, I decided to take my camera and try to get a photo of her. She was not on her next, but standing nearby:
Anyone know what kind of bird she is?
A little farther down the road, I caught up with two fawns:
Don't they just take your breath away?
After all that excitement, I had to come home and put my jammies on and take a nap. Wendy, Tony's cat, and Linda joined me, Wendy on my lap, Linda on the sofa (that dogs are not allowed to sit on) beside me...
Oh wow! Mark just shouted down the stairs that it's waaaay past my bedtime and I'll be crabby if I don't get my rest. Little does he know...I'm always crabby. Rest has nothing to do with it!