I was thrilled to meet The Happy Housewife in real life today, and it's true, she's very happy. What a sweetheart she is. She was kind, generous and, indeed-- I'll say it again--happy.
S, I have to apologize for my appalling manners. I didn't put the dogs away (which resulted in a few muddy paws on S's skirt!), didn't offer you a drink when you arrived, forgot to offer you a piece of pie after lunch, forgot to take you to the dry goods store, and didn't take the IBC bottles to your car (but I am saving them for you). Atrocious!
I have to say that I have been in a fog all day, just kind of floating along. I wasn't a very good conversationalist and have been dragging my feet ever since you left. I don't like to place blame, but Aunt Flo decided to visit today, too. I think it's all her fault. Mostly. Plus, I stayed up WAY too late last night having a girly time with Bard, eating junk food and watching Runaway Bride (which Bo declared as thick sentimentalism with a side of eye candy).
So, I hope you'll forgive me, Happy Housewife. I was so looking forward to your visit, and I very much enjoyed having you here with us. Your little Peanut is a beauty, so pleasant and content.
I'll take my sewing machine in for a tune up, and then we can try again. If you can stand any more abuse. :-)
Signing off...
The Dud. ;-)
