I won an award for my sewing blog yesterday. It was a total surprise. Even better though is that DH is happy for me. Ah, I am so easy to please. I celebrated by turning on the air. How lame is that?
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I have spent so much time packing grandmas apartment this week that I feel hung over and haven’t had a drink. That just isn’t right. Don’t bother leaving me a note about dehydration. I drink a lot of water. I’m just tired.
Bribing preschoolers pays. DD is sleeping in her own bed, without a pullup. Own bed consistently for two weeks. Pullup free for one. It only cost me a set of princess sheets. A small price to pay in my opinion.
My new entertainment obsession is The Wire, more on it later.
SS took my spam. Actual spam, the meat product, yes, it is edible.
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I slept with my mother until I was 10, so I’m sure it’s a relief. Granted there was no DH.
I’ve never had Spam, but I hear it’s not bad fried in a skillet, kinda like fried bologna which I have had and it’s very edible when you’re a kid. Ate it at my friend’s house all the time; however, I draw the line at potted meat.
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