When my kids were little they ate ants on logs – peanut butter on celery with a parade of raisins on top. Gracee eats ants, not on anything. She stalks the ant, pounces, shakes it up in her mouth and then spits it out. Lovely. This time, however, the ant fought back. No matter how hard she tried to get rid of it, a part of the ant appeared embedded in her tongue. Poor girl, with a little coaxing we managed to free her of her burden:
Next week I will be in Edmonton for my daughter’s graduation from the university. It seems like a dream. As one of my co-workers put it – one off the payroll! I need a break, having over extended myself in a variety of ways. You should be around my house right about now. Maybe you shouldn’t. There seems to be a fair bit of ranting going on. When the kids were little I used to yell "Calgon, take me away" after the commercial from a long time ago. Once, my two-year-old said, "If you’re going with Calgon, I’m going, too." That was enough to break the tension. We need one of those tension breakers right now. Oh boy, a trip to Pam’s Wooley Shop seems like a good diversion. I’ll try to post from there, have a good weekend.
Life's a Stitch 
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