Dear Amazin’ Gracee, the stubborn, not very smart due to a head injury at three weeks old, rescue Scottie, received her own phone call the other day. We have some overpriced minimal doggie health insurance that gets charged to our Mastercard on a monthly basis. This month our expiry date changed and Grace was the recipient of one of those automated voice messages, which pronounced her name "Amazon Grace." Can’t you picture a huge Amazon scotty? I guess she is bordering on that image as the vet told us the other day, that at 24 lbs, she’s becoming a chubby puppy. Poor Grace going to have to go on a diet with the rest of us.
Speaking of amazing, thanks for the comments on the Amazing Lace photo from my last post. I haven’t been responding to comments as my computer is temporarily out of commission again. So, the truth is, as if you didn’t know, it’s not my car. And they weren’t even my sunglasses; a girl can dream, can’t she? Truthfully I can’t even dream about that kind of stuff, being blessed with some sort of practical gene. Apparently my daughter didn’t get that gene as she spent $150 on those shades. I haven’t spent $150 on all the sun glasses I’ve bought in my life. Just a matter of differing priorities. How about Regal silk for the Amazing Lace as a priority?
Life's a Stitch 
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