Not Freaking Out...To Much

Ok, I have stopped freaking out, mostly. Dorothy, I thought of you after the second call from the Breast Center [just think, a whole building for boobs!] because you were the only one I knew for sure {at the moment} who had been through something like this. Thank you, and all you others for boosting my moral, and Warty Mammal, you made me laugh!

She said, "I've had a surgical biopsy. Why I mention that, I'm not sure. Maybe it's a companionable thing like sharing potato salad recipes." We all do this don't we, share stories? I feel much better now.....*big ass grin on my face* The hefty shot of Southern Comfort last night might have helped too, considering I don't drink. {Vicki W. suggested wine}

It has motivated me to get some things done, put away, or just plain tossed away! Seriously, will I ever get this or that WIP done? Do I want to finish it?

I did come up with a complete name for a quilt sitting in a bucket, wayyyyyy at the bottom.

"When I am Purple, My Boobs Won't Sag" . I could never get past the purple part of the title. I will drag that quilt top out later and take pix for your viewing hilarious-ity....i think needs to be read phonetically, hill-air-oss-ity emphasis on the oss.