I was going to bombard you with pictures of fabric and quilts and patterns and ask you all kinds of which color sashing should I use and do you think this binding would match?
Then I realized you could care less. That you are not the fabric hoarder that I have become.
I actually told Chris the local quilt store was taking a trip to 3 different states JUST to go to fabric stores. Sounds like the funnest ever.
He told me it would be me and a bunch of blue-hairs. That they are bus-tripping because they can't drive anymore. It's kinda maybe probably the truth.
ok so I'm totally a runner. I JOGGED for 25 FREAKIN minutes STRAIGHT. I'm pretty much amazed with myself.
The geriatrics couldn't do that. Except some can because I see them at the fun runs.
B. Tee. DUB. I need a shirt that says One Bad MotherRunner.
The hubby wants to remodel. Once the hubby wants something - he's like a freakin bulldog. He sinks his teeth in and WILL NOT SHUT UP until I just give in. How do you think Grayson got here?
Chris wants to remodel our bathroom and put wood floors in. I don't neccessarily think it's an awful idea. I just don't want to shop for the stuff, or find someone to put the stuff in, or spend the money. I just want it to be done. Is that REALLY too much to ask?
This is also a picture of potty training gone wrong - very wrong. He has on big boy unders in this picture. I told him 1,947 times that he can't go potty in the big boy unders.
We go in the house and he tells me "I poop" and he wasn't lying. All up in the big boy unders. Me and potty training are NOT friends.
So if you want a whole post about fabric - just say the word. Did you nod? wait, was that a wink? No? oh ok.