Andrea's home sick today with a rotten cold. Michael's doing his best to make sure she's comfortable and on the road to recovery without getting too close. A cold's the last thing he needs.
I'm just about finished with the comfort quilt I created for a co-worker who is battling breast cancer. One more side of binding to finish......
The only other sewing I did this weekend was a couple of candle mats for birthday presents. They're next in the binding stack.
Andrea started her job training at King's Island on Saturday. We left the house in plenty of time with 15 minutes to spare. Good thing we did. Halfway home, my cell phone rings. It was Andrea in a near-state of panic. She didn't have her ID. I pulled over and searched the car for it. Found it wedged between the seats and drove back to the park. Crisis avoided! She's been assigned to a food shack in the water park, so she won't begin her job until mid May at the earliest.
We're supposed to go to my mother's house for Easter and Michael's already proclaiming that he won't set foot in Mom's church on Sunday for nobody, nohow, noway. You'd think one was asking him to hand over his entire collection of Johnny Cash CDs. For crying out loud, it's just one hour one time a year. Was there ever a more stubborn man on this planet?
I was looking forward to having Tattoo Boy and his girlfriend over for dinner on Saturday night, but they cancelled because Tori was sick. At least I got to see Tattoo Boy for a few hours on Wednesday night when he dropped in out of the blue.