I'm finally finished.
And the angels sang.
Not because they're overjoyed at the prospect of new patterns coming soon, but because they're seriously tired of hearing all the whining, moaning and groaning coming from yours truly. Even my sweet Rosie would leave the room when I turned on the computer. The crabbiness and grumpiness was bad enough, but she was annoyed that "writing patterns" seemed to include pinning puppy pictures on Pinterest and online shopping. She might not have minded if a box or two arrived from the Three Dog Bakery but I kept forgetting. Rosie knows I'm easily side-tracked.
But don't feel sorry for her, she's been eating very well this past week, what with all the new recipes folks have pinned I've found. Zucchini Fritters? Those were terrific. PW's White Chicken Enchiladas... I'll make those again too. And the Baked Tomato Risotto was yummo!
The only thing I haven't done this past week is sew. Not even a little bit. But I'm planning to stay up tonight after the series finale of The Closer. I know I'll get all boohooey by the end but I'm prepared, I've got a box of tissues ready.
I'm off to the vet with Rosie today - it's time for her Senior Wellness Panel. Poor thing... she doesn't know it yet but she has to fast before she gets her bloodwork done. Then a couple of errands before the temperatures hit 174 degrees, including the grocery store for some bulgur wheat and ice cream sandwiches. I showed my Mom a picture of an ice cream sandwich cake and she wanted to know if I would make one for dinner. Not for dessert, she wants it for dinner. It's that sort of thing that makes me look forward to being 80 years old.
And just so you know, that's a Tickle and a Speck.