The neverending tangent

Some of you have already seen this on facebook, but I’m going to share it again. Here. Because I’m so stinkin’ proud.

My weekend started last Thursday night with a sore throat. Friday morning I woke early to make this for Grandparents’ Day and quickly discovered I had no voice. Being class mom and all, I couldn’t rest my voice until Saturday. It was kinda nice! Rick took care of the kids and I got to sit around watching movies and such. My voice came back a little by Sunday morning, but then I lost it again screaming in the shower.

Okay, I have to interrupt my story with another story.

I was in the shower Sunday morning praising God that my voice came back, even if just a little. (I love singing and singing to God on Sunday mornings is one of my favorite parts of every week.) I grabbed my razor and opened the case to get a fresh blade. That’s when something jumped at me. I threw the razor, blades and case to the floor and the tub and, as calmly as I could, called for my loving husband (aka Rick the Mighty Bug Killer).

No answer.

I called a little louder and with a little more panic.

Still no answer.

Let me remind you that I didn’t have my glasses or contacts in. This thing looked enormous and had started crawling toward me. I started screaming hysterically and trying to splash it with water. (I don’t know what I thought water would do to it, but at the time it seemed like a good idea. In retrospect I should have just gotten out of the shower. Anywho, Rick finally arrived, killed the bug and left me to shed a thousand tension-relieving tears while I finished my shower.

Anyone remember the shower scene in Bird on a Wire? A giant cockroach lands on Goldie Hawn’s head. “He’s in there doing his hair right now!” Yeah. It felt kind of like that. Rick said it was just a harmless little beetle. I say it may be weeks before I shave again.

Back to my main story: After this whole ordeal, I had even less of a voice than I did on Friday or Saturday. Friends at church congratulated Rick on his good fortune. When we got home, I donned a hot pink Dora the Explorer whistle which I used to summon the children if ever I needed anything. Again, Rick took care of everything, but I was a little bored. I mean, I had already folded the laundry and sorted the over 100 books on my side of the bed. (Literally over 100 books! I counted.) I had done a little work with Photoshop and watched at least eight episodes of Amazing Wedding Cakes. I needed something to do.

I decided to unearth my sewing machine. The last thing I sewed was Zach’s crib bedding. He’s four. In fact, when I dug in the closet to get my beautiful Singer, I found two partially completed maternity dresses. Don’t think I’ll be needing those.

Remember this? I decided to give it a try. This is how it turned out.

Isn’t it adorable? I love it! And I had so much fun making it that I’ve since hoarded a collection of old books from our garage and a couple from the used book section of Barnes and Noble, all to be converted to purses soon.

And that was my weekend.

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