1. Read email from friend saying she needs help picking out fabric for daughter’s new princess extravaganza room. Gag a little in anticipation of princess pink, but agree to meet her at the fabric store.
2. Realize at the store that you are expected to sew the curtains. Accuse friend of leaving that part out. When she objects, tell her she is smoking pot.
3. Spend time needed to purchase supplies and lunch afterward trying to teach toddler to say, “Mom, you are smoking pot.” Think this is especially funny since, of all your friend who may have smoked the pot, this friend is least likely to have actually done so.
4. Receive sincere thanks for curtain project. Less sincere thanks for teaching children about pot.
5. Return home to find that email does, in fact, clearly ask you to sew curtains.
1. Lay fabric out on the floor. Remove brown cat.
2. Cut fabric to appropriate length. Remove grey cat.
3. Lay black out fabric on the floor. Take break for breakfast. Remove Mr. Bear.
4. Cut black out fabric to appropriate size. Wrap brown cat in fabric and gitchy gitchy him until he’s over excited and runs from the room.
1. Lay two types of fabric together to pin them. Remove brown cat.
2. Change needle on sewing machine. Try to remember when needle broke. Do not succeed in the remembering.
3. Load the bobbin with appropriately colored thread. Look at horrified kittens on the table and realize that neither of them has ever seen a sewing machine.
4. Start sewing two pieces of fabric together. Remove grey cat.
5. Stop and move brown cat to kitty condo after 14 whacks on the nose with the bobby part on the machine.
6. Finish one edge. Decide it’s time to take a break. A long break.
7. Decide to blog about sewing curtains rather than finish the other seven seams.
And…post blog. What was I doing?
For Thunder Thursday, I bring you an LOLcat that actually made me LOL. I was researching costumes for The Boy and I; we’re going to a meme party. I was told that LOLcattiness was expected of me, given this blog. So I’m thinking…ceiling cat and basement cat?
I’m also sharing a picture of a pug loaf. I saw this and giggled like an idiot for at least two minutes. Then I laughed intermittently throughout the evening just from the memory of it.
I’m sorry, I don’t have any way to track the sources of these pictures for attribution. Hat tip to the memeiverse.
I wish I could blame my lack of sewing ability on my cats, but I took a sewing class in high school and was hopeless even in a cat-free environment.
I’m pretty sure I can’t sew without a cat. My mother taught me how to sew, so we always had the assistance of at least one cat. Poco used to “help” by taking the pins out of the pin cushion and spitting them on the floor.
What! You could find the sewing machine in one day?????
I’m stunned, myself, but it was right inside the garage with only one box on top of it.
I love your posts. This one literally made me laugh out loud.
Thanks! Always good to be LOLworthy.