but it wasn't really my fault.
Saturday afternoon, we spent at the grocery store. We hadn't had a huge "fill up the pantry with junk" shopping expedition in months. SO was missing steak and Gatorade. I can't pick a good steak to save my life, as evidenced by our horrid Christmas Eve dinner roast. So we went and bought. Rather nice to have a full cart for once. He shops much differently than me though. I will buy store brands to save 25 cents; he won't. I told him there was no way Safeway spaghetti tastes 25 cents different from a name brand, and definitely, til you toss italian sausage and veggies in the bubbly pot of store brand pasta sauce, it tastes the same as Prego, and it was $2 cheaper. I did draw the line on Vitamin Water at 10 for $10. Full of sugar and not that tasty. Not worth it. Not when Gatorade was a 10/$10 too. We just have a different philosophy on groceries. I want to fill the cart for $20, he thinks anything off is good.
I'm starting to reorganize the closet in the sewing room. I went through my fabric and have it sorted into evenweave, linen and aida. It looks nicer, and I found some prefinished items I forgot I had. Yay! I went to Walmart and found another drawered thing-y like I bought in january. It's not an exact match, but it will work. And I am going through and organizing. It's not going to be an easy job, but I figure with three days, I can get it done.
Yesterday was a difficult day. My mother's best friend had a massive stroke on Saturday and was declared brain-dead yesterday. We didn't know Jane had passed til we got into the room, and that was hard. Both her and her husband are lovely people, good country people. I sing with her brother at Christmas. I just can't believe she's gone. So quick. This on top of the fact that her hairdresser, who also did my grandmother's hair, passed from cancer on Thursday, so we visited both a funeral home and a hospital yesterday. August is a hateful month for my family as it is; bad things happen in August. At least Jane is helping others by being an organ donor. I am praying for her sweet grandchildren. It hit me this morning that I had my grammy for almost 28 years, but they lost the woman who adored them when they are in elementary school, and that makes me so sad.