Funeral

The sewing machine didn't make it out alive. I don't understand why they couldn't have told me before Friday... But they waited.

Bum traded it in for a refurbished industrial machine. Aside from a few fun stitches, it is all that the other machine was and more. I love it.


The morning before he did that, Cookies threw my phone in the toilet. I sobbed for hours about all my things getting ruined. Stupid and selfish- but hey, I am allowed.

Bum also managed to get my cell to work. MAgic I tell you. The sweet stuff like that reminds me why I married him.

So we had a funeral for the machine, a near death to the cell phone, and a rebirth to sewing.