Just Peachy, Daniel

Low blog volume this week due, in part, to being very busy each day and having to go out for something or the other every single night. I tell you, TGIF will be shouted from the hilltops here when it finally arrives. On Wednesday night, going through some sort of sewing withdrawal, I claimed 30 minutes at the Bernina, latticing some blocks, more about which Someday. I seriously hope to have a good chunk of uninterrupted stitching sometime over the coming weekend.

I do have one good story to share.

One morning this week I had a Very Important Visitor (we'll call her Marsha) and a colleague (and he could be Daniel) waiting in my office to meet with the head of the school. He was delayed a bit, so I offered the guests some coffee from the newly acquired Keurig machine (don't get me started). The Very Important Visitor thanked me and declined, saying, "Oh, I have the best husband in the world! He makes the coffee every morning. And brings me a cup!" Not to be outdone, I piped up, "Well, my husband cuts up fresh fruit every morning for breakfast, carefully selected not only for flavor but for how the combination will look in the bowl!" Marsha nodded appreciatively. Daniel looked as though he was going to try to crawl under his chair.

"Don't worry," I told him. "If you are nice to us, we won't tell your wife."