More Firewood silliness, QOV

Paw sez no supper fer me 'til after the chores 'r dun.

Another Quilt of Valour heading out the door.

I've been reading a pretty funny book by Stuart McLean: Extreme Vinyl Cafe. There is a chapter in there about funeral arrangements. I have already told my quilting friends and DH that I expect someone to play "I'll Get By With A Little Help From My Friends". I am still waffling over whether I want the Beatles' version or Joe Cocker's version. I may demand request them both. But now I think I also want the Chicken Dance. I think it would be fun to watch (from wherever I am) all 5 people at my service doing a dance just for me.

The lottery was 41 million dollars a week or so ago. I sent a promise out to the universe that if I won I would take my guild shoe shopping: to DSW at the Walden Galleria Mall. I guess I didn't sent a loud enough message. Maybe YOU could send a message too - if I win big I'll rent a couple of buses and we can all go. What a hoot - a zillion women in there with a big blank cheque. The thought of that should send you to bed tonight with a big smile on your face.