Today my Mom and I went to a quilting store to pick out some fabric for the quilt she’s making me. It take a lot of effort! I’ll have to post pictures of the things I picked and the pattern. Quilting seems…hard. I’m tempted to make my own whilst living here…but we’ll see. I think my plate, she is full.
The quilting shop was full of serious peeps. You could tell by the way they felt things and laid things next to each other and nodded. I thought there were a couple of girls who worked there with carts to put things away, and a couple of times I said, “Hey, that’s really pretty!” and picked something off their cart and brought it over for my Mom to see. Turns out they were shoppers, those were their shopping carts, and I have no quilting store couth.
When we got home le husband ran for some groceries and used my Mom’s Price Chopper card to assist her in getting cheaper gas or miles or something? We went through the coupons that printed out with the receipt, and one was for KY. AWKWARD. Hence the title of this wee post.
My mother tried a new recipe and said, “Anyone can write anonymously on the fridge if they think this one is a keeper or not. Really. Be honest.” Then she took a bite and said, “This is disgusting!” at which point we all admitted to trying to find the moistest parts of the “casserole?” and eating them. Except for John who said that he just ate what I handed him. But I had his back. So at least we know where I get my cooking prowess from. It’s hard, because when we cook something well it’s GREAT, but if we try something new and it looks suspicious…it probably is. Maybe I’ll try and cook something tomorrow night. We’ll have to think of something…
