You are SO in the dog house

So, I go to take a picture of what I wanted to put on the blog today. I go from room to room looking for it but it just isn't there. I try to remember where it could be. It sinks in. I asked "Mr Yarn" to take it home from the shop for me last night. It is right now sitting in the back of his car in some parking lot for 8-10 hours. Grrr.

Ok, so I have to resort to things you probably really don't care about (as IF you care about any of the stuff I drone on about. Even my own mother won't read my blog. She says she will but then tells me things like "It looks weird ON my browser [even my mother saying the word browser cracks me up] and "My modem is slow" and "I don't know how to talk to you on there" so that you read this at all when my own MOTHER, or for that matter SISTER, or BROTHER won't is kind).

Here is what Monte and Peter (the nicest people on the planet) gave me.



They know I love old boots.