I'm catching up. Miss M's dress is finished. It has French seams. The hem is very nice. I refreshed my memory about how to sew a button hole. Miss M sewed on a button!! The clutch is done, too.
Kat called!
Daughter C sent me a lot of photographs taken with her eye.
This is what Missy & I talked about last evening.
"Marica?"
"Yes, Missy?"
"ruufffffff."
"I'm confused."
"Ohhh. What's the trouble?"
"Well, ... "
"ruff"
"Oh good grief."
"Carry on... "
"Well, I'm confused because you call me "girl" and Daughter C called me "Sister" which means I should have... . Oh, Marica... . I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were my mother. I didn't get you anything."
"Oh! Missy! Don't be silly. We love you, but you're a dog. 'Girl' is a term of endearment-- as is 'Sister.' You're a dog. You gave to me a very nice present today. You were a goooood dooog."
"Stop patronizing me."
"Sorry."
"ruff"
Missy IS my sister!
ReplyDeleteAww... :)
ReplyDeleteMissy is most certainly my sister! Mom I never pegged you as a speciesist
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