Cuppa and I will go out for Mothers Day breakfast sometime this morning. Depending on whether we think today's or tomorrow's weather will be worse, we'll then head out on a studio tour. You see, today calls for rain and tomorrow possible snow, so we're kind of between the devil and the deep blue sea — if you'll permit a metaphor that doesn't seems to fit too well when we're talking rain, snow and cold. Whoda ever thunkit that we'd be longing for March weather in May? Really: March and April's weather were preferrable to what May hath wrought so far.
Aside: would it be to much to ask to be able to see the cursor in the Blogger compose box? What happened to that thing anyway. Editing becomes a mug's game, especially when you're the world's most hapless and abysmal typist and must edit frequntly.
You should know that the studio tour that we're going on is the Red Trillium Studio Tour and that we invited Lorna to come along. Apparently, she preferred to tour France instead. The nerve. In fact, she just posted her first post from France at a MacDonalds in Paris [sic]. Both Cuppa and Lorna are jewelry freak-mommas, which is highly appropriate for Mothers Day weekend, and Cuppa wished to introduce Lorna to the marvels of Twisted Sister jewelry (get it: she twists metal into jewalerific shapes that please ladies to no end?), which is a stop on the tour, and really the only reason that we plan to do this particular tour — for the ninety-fifth time.
If all goes according to plan, AC will dip into his limitless pocket book to purchase a glittery bauble for Cuppa's Mothers Day gift. He'd better do it too since he has managed to lose the card that he purchased just two days ago: the one that Nikki Dee promptly bent, and the one that he then hid ever so cleverly.
It's now 6:30. Do you think I should go in and wake up her sleeping beautiness, so that she can get an early start on her MD weekend? No, I didn't think so. We wouldn't want to slip an a between the M and the D in our Mothers Day abbreviation, would we?