Sip, sip, slurp, burp . . oops . . excuse me. Dinner was as good as I hoped and hot diggity dog, it was ready just as poor Jon walked in the door after working in the rain all day. Poor guy. I think it hit the spot, and then he ate 6 whole cherries for dessert. Funny guy, he never goes all out . . . except chicken enchiladas, we take turns "straightening the edges" of those.
Back to the sewing machine. Brianna told me it was a good thing that I started on the hard side. It was a conscious choice. I sure hope I was right that the other one would be easier. Somehow, I get the feeling that I will find some way to make it hard . . . gulp!
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