Instead of a picture of my flounce blouse on me, you will get a picture of NOTHING because my pretty almost-finished new blouse ended up in the trash. I messed it up. I don't know if you can EVER have enough sewing experience to not screw up a project. It is why I don't like to buy really expensive fabric. Lesson learned -- well let's say RElearned for the zillionth time -- always make a muslin of a new design, pattern, style -- whatever you want to call it.
Mr. and Mrs. Boo Bear will be coming the next weekend for three days, so I want to get prepared for their visit. That should be a pure delight! She loves to cook, so maybe I will have some help in the kitchen.
Reason #1: We haven't caught any fish, and they may start biting any minute.
Reason #2: The fish are biting so good. Do we HAVE to leave?
I don't know how many times we arrived late Friday night at some campground and had to PUT UP our tent. Then when we left Sunday night, we had to TAKE DOWN our tent. Then when we got home much later that night we had to PUT UP the tent in our yard until it dried out because it had rained all weekend! Catching some fish just never was worth all that work to me. Good heavens!!! We could have gone to the Fish Market and bought every fish there for less money than we spent going camping!
Men are very one-thought-at-a-time thinkers. Each thing that happens in a day is just an "event", and one event doesn't have anything to do with another.
Women are a tangled web of a million thoughts, worries, emotions and ideas. Every little thing that is said or done all through the day combines to put them in whatever state they are in at the end of the day.
There are exceptions to this, of course. I have known some VERY strange husbands married to my friends or fellow workers. My personal assistant's husband comes to the store and FEELS THE ENGINE OF HER CAR to see if she left the store at lunch time to go have an affair. BAZAAR!!!!