This morning I slept in - or at least tried. Why is it, when we want to sleep in, we can't, and when we don't want to or can't, we want to sleep longer? UGH
Patrick got up and we went to the casino. We did pretty good. We came home with more money then we took. so that's a good thing. I've got to take Art this week. Should be interesting. Hope I don't get stuck like last time, but then again, I did come home with more money then I took.
We got back home after going to mom's and cleaning out her frig. She left some milk and half and half for us. It wasn't any good when I went, so cleaned out the stuff that won't last till she gets back.
I played my usual games and then pulled out my cross stitching.
I think I know where my mistake is, and I'm trying to correct it as I go. Hoping it will work out. I kind'of wish I had used a darker purple for the grey areas. I got about 400 stitches in tonight so far.
I fixed my fitbit and it's still having a hard time staying charged. I've written to the company and hope it will be fixed. I did get to load the two weeks that didn't get posted. Now, I am almost back to a working fitbit, but I have a feeling I'm going to need a replacement at this rate.
Okay, time to get back to stitching! I'm so happy to be back to Happy Stitching/Happy Quilting!
This is a blog that shows my quilting, Brazilian embroidery, cross stitch, beading and more. It's a daily blog that shows how busy I can be with too many projects and how lazy I can get at times. Even boring at times. It was originally for my children who where miles away. Now, it's just a blog.
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