Psst

Psst. Lean in. She’s still sleeping so this is a good time for us to talk, but we have to whisper.

I didn’t get pudding last night. But she took me to Joe’s KC BBQ, so that was even better.

I quilted 2 quilts yesterday. She made 1 quilt top. I started the day with 5 in the bin, so now there are 4 — 5 – 2 + 1 = 4.

That’s what I’m required to say — the law of the land — but here’s what I want to add.

Remember back on the day after Christmas when she said she was going to use up all of the scraps? Happy Scrappy, she called it. Well, she’s only done one or two a day. Does this mean she’s not happy? Not having fun? Maybe I’ll suggest she have ice cream for breakfast.

But here’s the part that worries me. What if she’s been hiding completed quilt tops? What if I get up on December 31 and find like 666 quilt tops in the bin? She stays up late, like 2 am late (or is that early?), so she could easily pull off a last-minute surprise. I’m a little worried.

She mentioned fireworks in her rant the day after Christmas. She might be itching to light an M80, drop it in my back pocket, and blow my butt off. Note to self: wear Speedo on New Year’s Eve.