...and the crafting I get done in between all the activity of three very busy boys.
I had to. Really.
After the near-instant gratification of quilting ten minis, this large table cloth feels like it will never end. I am not above bribing myself.
Besides, the Reese's were totally calling my name.
I ate a handful of leftover candy... you don't tell my husband, I won't tell your kids :D
Isn't that one of the reasons we have children? I redid the binding on my mini. It turned out great. I also figured out what I did wrong.
ha! I just ate a Reese's, bit o honey, butterfinger and twizzlers! :)
Reese's will do that. They're shifty and corruptive. At Hallowe'en, we always had to pay a "candy tax" to Dad. It was easier to pay when the candies were varied and there was more of a chance of things we didn't like -black licorice and unidentifiable nougats. Then everybody switched to giving out chocolate and the whole strategy fell to pieces. :-) In my thirties now and I still save him all the black jujubes...
resses?? they call my name too. i even dressed up as one this year.. don't ask.
i just figure with all the candy they got mine won't notice that there are a few missing...you deserved it
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