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Didn’t Eat the Beefaroni

I didn’t need to put my hurricane emergency plan into place. (J-Mo – Beefaroni is canned pasta from the Chef Boyardee Company. You live in a Beefaroni-free world?) Well, I did go to bed relatively early, but I stayed up reading. And doing a little bit of this cross-stitch towel thing that I bought probably two years ago. I found it when I was looking for the pipe cleaners for Junior’s art project, so I decided to start it. I figure if I do even 15 minutes worth of it a day, I may have it done this year! Woo!

I’m still reading the previously-mentioned book. It sort of settled down into a more normal romance novel, if you can get past the story line that there’s someone breaking into homes to steal hand-crocheted underwear. Yes, our plucky heroin is famous for her handmade panties (oh that should pick up some Google traffic). At one point she didn’t want to tell a potential suitor that she made them because she didn’t want to bare her artistic soul or something or other. I should find the passage.

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