This has been a crazy week. Even as I planned and presumed to have everything 'under control'; the appointments remembered, schedules kept, and went about my dailies, something had to give way. Son-the-second's oral surgery was so uneventful it's almost as if it never happened (well, aside from the thousand or so dollar bill we got as a cool souvenir). He declines to take any medicine for the pain, insisting to me it ruins his "appetite". Yes, this from the child who lives on pop-tarts and bun- less Kosher dogs. Appetite. In a pig's eye.
Sorry about my bloggy-neglect. I'll try and remember the camera tomorrow for the new quilt photos. That Sheri is a wunderkind at making quilts happen. And it has polka-dots. (insert happy noises here) C