Mom called.  Asked me when the show was.  I gave her the dates.  She then asked when I had to turn in my quilts…..

<insert Charlie Brown ACK! here>

One week from today.  ONE.  WEEK.  7 measley days.  How did that happen?  It used to be two weeks!

I blame TallBoy and his alcohol poisoning on Saturday night.  Too much drinky-drink means wifey gets to stay up and make sure hubby’s still breathing.  Fortunately, it did not require a mirror as there was sawdust being created on that side of the bedroom.

There is no motivator like the realization of an impending deadline.  Tonight was:

- CC back on Lola to get the last little bits of quilting finished

- CC in the washer to get the marks out

- cutting out of flowers for GUoB

- blocking CC

- torturing TallBoy for opinions on where to place the flowers on GUoB

- sewing on of said flowers

- beginning to sew on beads for GUoB but realizing I hadn’t posted yet today

Et Voila!  

Ick, and now I have the hiccups….  again….  night, folks!