The balls of yarn I found are perfect colors and it's oh-so-soft microfiber. At a Euro a ball, I couldn't complain about the price either. This should keep me busy for a while. I got two more sets done watching TV on Friday night.
My mother sent me a bunch of flannel to get started on blankets. Just waiting for some solids to sew as the backings so I get more mileage out of the prints. These were exactly the types of prints I was hoping for when I asked her to keep an eye out. Fabric over here is so ridiculously expensive compared to some of the deals you can get in the States. Fabric stores are one of the biggest things I miss from back home.
These fabrics will do very nicely.
We had company all weekend (the friends that we visited in Belgium over Thanksgiving). They came to say goodbye to Dan. As always we have a great time with lots of gut-busting laughter.
They got in late Friday night. Saturday morning I got up to make breakfast burritos. Now, I know you're going to find this very hard to believe, but I did the stupidest thing. No, really... really stupid. I was going to put the salsa in a bowl. *Someone* had already loosened the lid and just left it sitting on top of the jar. The sad part is I couldn't blame anyone because I was the only one up yet. Yup. You see what's coming, don't you. I gave that jar one good shake and was instantly mortified as salsa flew all over my kitchen and all over me (in a white shirt no less). Somehow, Aggie, who was at my feet, was spared. I think I was a human umbrella for her. Did you have any idea how much half a jar of salsa really is? Seriously. My kitchen and I were completely covered. I calmly called to Joe and told him to go get his dad up **NOW**. Joe ran by and hadn't seen the mess so he calmly told Dan that I wanted him to get up. Dan comes down the stairs with Daniel in front of him and hears me give Daniel the same instructions I'd given his brother but with a slightly shrill voice. He comes out to see what's wrong and had to walk away instantly. I know he was cracking up. I'm on my hands and knees trying to clean up the
evidence mess when my friends both come to the kitchen doorway and just stand there looking at me with their mouths gaping open in shock. They are both huge smart alecs and I knew it was killing them as they had to wait a few seconds to see if I thought it was funny yet. I just sat there looking at them for a minute and said, "We'll be laughing about this later". I'd give anything to have had a picture of them. I think it may have been funnier than the sight they saw. Okay... maybe not, but I can wish, can't I?
We all went to Mass this morning and lunch before they hit the road back to Belgium. They used to be our neighbors so it was good for them to see old friends at church again.
It hit me during Mass that Dan only has two more Sundays left with us. Ugh. I always hate these last couple of weeks before a deployment. You're just waiting for the ax to fall. The worst part of deployment for me is that I'm usually in a boat by myself. It's a very lonely feeling. Because Dan doesn't deploy with a huge unit, I end up without a "deployment buddy" to commiserate with. You always feel like a third wheel with intact families because you're the only one who's husband is gone. This time I'll have someone to share it with. Another woman who's husband just left a couple of weeks ago (even though he just got back less than a year ago). Daniel and her son have been in the same class together since 3rd grade so it'll give the boys someone to share with also. Anyway... enough dwelling on that for now.... too depressing.