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16 September 2008

Lovely mail day yesterday.

I haven't been home since Thursday morning, and there was a good bit of mail waiting for me when I got home. Most of it was stuff I ordered before I got on the budget, or things I needed for stuff I had, or commitment stitching. I did get that Schipperke chart. I showed it to Robbie and told him that was him. He advised me he NEVER had a mullet that big. I have news for that little dog. I have photographic evidence via Google that he sported big hair in his day. Granted, it was in Europe, so I guess he thinks it doesn't count, but, I mean, we all had big hair back in the day. It's OK. I also got my SNN kit from Silver Needle. I was worried it wouldn't come because of some issues with my bank card that started back in the beginning of August and ended up with the card being turned off for security purposes. They didn't get me a new card and PIN til last week, so it's been a bit frustrating to have to deal with all the merchants who used the old card number. Apparently, it happens all the time, though, so I don't feel like a dork.

I finished my peas, and am mailing them off tomorrow. So glad I could get this done quickly for her.

Oh, and my mom was tired of seeing me carry a ratty grocery store bag out of the house with my stitching in it every day, so she bought me a cute little tote at Michael's. It's lime green, which is my current favorite color, and pretty cute. It unzips so you can get to everything. She told me to just stick my current project in there, which I can do, but it's a lot nicer to carry that than carrying a CVS bag. And the scissors can't poke holes in it, so my floss won't fall out! Yay!

2 comments:

Barb said...

Rachel, you can never have too many stiching bags....my Mom bought me one a year or so ago with dogs on it.

Pumpkin said...

ROFL! Yes, sharp scissors coming out of a plastic bag is not good ;o)

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