The sewing machine was whirring away in the sunshiny kitchen today where I was stitching up another flotsam and jetsam journal. I made it thicker this time.
Including file folders, photos, vinyl pockets, fabric, envelopes, book pages, whatever else I could patch together. And… I didn't break a single needle.
The last page of the kooky journal.
Actual phone conversation between Mama Moss & I:
Your daughter mom, Mary Ann.
I can't talk right now.
What's more important than dropping everything and talking to me?
I have to go!
Larry King has Michelle Obama on and then her husband, our new president is going to be on!
Really? Right now?
Yes! Call me back!
Why don't you call me back when you're finished.
Okay, but can you call me right back?
Yes the Obama bug has bitten Mama Moss in the arse and she is smitten. Okay. The truth is we both are. Not in the romantic way of course. The presidential way. We love Michelle. We dig Barack. And we can't wait to see Malia and Sasha with their new hypoallergenic puppy!
My sister, Dottie sent me this fabulous book on seaglass. I've been using it to identify mine by color. Deeply fascinating.
Someone get this cat a box of kleenex. He is sullen and uncooperative since he found out a dog, not a cat will be the next White House pet.
All of the cat posse are taking it hard.