Yikes. Another reason why Ginger should make safety scissors.
They slid off the arm of my stitching chair. At least it was the floor and not my toe. It's too early in the morning to go into detail, but a similar incident involved my toe and bloody foot prints. Not pretty.
Over at The Scholar's blog she's taking questions. So, feel free to pop on over and give her something to write about. A word of advice, though. Don't bother asking if her host mother makes her do chores around the house.... the answer is 'no, there's a cleaning women'. And don't ask if she's trying to put her mother into an early grave with all this gallivanting around Europe without adult supervision or if she thinks I have a money tree in the back yard because she'll just think you're me, roll her eyes, and not post your Q or an A.
(Hi, honey.... you know I'm just kidding.... sort of.)
It's bitter cold today. I'm not leaving the house. If I could, I'd stay in bed, too. Last night I started the newest John Grisham book. I love a good legal thriller. Here's hoping it's a good one.