Then my son had basketball practice, and I took him to not one, but TWO wrong schools before I got him to the school where he was actually having practice. He hates being late. Poor kid, he got the wrong mother for that.
When I got home, I opened the Hurricane Sandy Relief Quilts mail:
|There were 15 of these beauties donated. I'm going to find a green to sash them and have a ball putting these together. Thanks, anonymous member of the Hooks and Needles Guild in SC.|
|35 more blocks - thanks, Hooks and Needles Guild in SC, Karin in South Africa, Ann in TX and Denise in OR!|
I keep thinking today will be better, but it is lunch time and I am in a foul mood. I'm going to look ahead to after work - NO SCHEDULED ACTIVITIES! I'm going straight home! (well, after a quick stop at the library and the bank...)
Plus, a family friend (Uncle Ted) is coming for a visit from Maine AND I already have dinner in the CrockPot! The day just has to get better, doesn't it?