Another quote of the day

Heard while driving around and kiddos chattering about in the back seat:

"I like to do things the EVIL GENIUS way.  Well, except that I'm not evil, nor a genius."

Quote of the Day

"Ugh! I just don't get why no one ever calls me Mario!"

Just because she's cute...

and Monday's are not.

It's done.

I'm holed up on day of 5 of the flu from hell and since I'm probably going to die, I want to make it known that The Quilt is done.  The quilt that was never going to be done, is done.

I fell for this quilt pattern hard and pieced it about 7-ish years ago.  So long ago I can't really remember, but I know it was before Bubs hit the scene.  Originally pieced with a bold floral on a black background for the border which is now gingham check, I put up my quilt frame and quilted about 1/3 of the way when I discovered that the black floral border was fading to a sickly pink from sunlight.  It was awful.  I think I wept bitterly, but I'm not really sure.  It sat on the frames untouched because I wasn't sure how to remedy the problem, or rather, I knew very well the remedy but couldn't bring myself to undo all that work.  And then we moved so I ripped it off the frames and wadded it up on a shelf.
This year I decided it was going to be fixed or stuffed in the trash.  I unpicked all that hand-quilting (painful!) and removed and replaced the border.  And started OVER.

If I wasn't dying, I would be doing a triumphant jiggety jig.  

I moustache you a question...

I heard that a few times during our lunch outing yesterday.  The 6 year old walked in to the joint with a stache as though it was the most natural thing ever.  The 10 year old wanted to be equally cool so he joined in.  It's extra funny because this was the identifying characteristic for 'gwampa' for Bubs for many years.  He squealed 'gwampa!' whenever he saw a man sporting a moustache, regardless of age, dress and (seriously!) ethnicity.    Freaked the kid out big-time when grampa shaved the thing off.

Halloween

Pumpkin Picking

We took advantage of Columbus day to visit our favorite apple orchard/pumpkin farm.  It wasn't 80+ degrees like last year, so we enjoyed a more 'fall'-like experience.  Our old friends Max the Lab and Beau the Bloodhound were still there, riding the wagon and begging for doughnuts.

We loaded up with a great haul of pumpkins and gourds, and then filled our bellies with cider doughnuts and cider.   Bubs satisfied himself with fallen apples.  He's not picky, that one.