I Won't Say It.

Okay. Maybe I will say it.
I'm in love.

His name is Mr. Maraschino.
Cherry, that is.

Me n' him. We go way back. See, we both love virgin Pina Coladas. That's where the attraction started.

Of course, he loves sitting in the deliciousness and I love drinking the deliciousness.

All minor details.

Know what else I love? Scrabble. The game of the Gods.
Know what I love even more? Earning back the Scrabble glory/bragging rights from my brother-in-law after that unfortunate incident in December.

If anyone asks, I let him win.

Either way, Scrabble marathon contestants are becoming increasingly sparse. I must be a formidable opponent. Heh, heh.

Thus, when my coworker Em suggested we have a tourney during down time at the office, I couldn't believe my ears! I can still hear the Hallelujah chorus.

Needless to say, I successfully dominated round one (though, technically, we are both considered 'experts' for passing 200 pts. each). Round two will commence following lunch. Better be on your game, Em, cuz' I am on FI-YAH. *that says 'fire', mom*

May I just say that this brings joy to my heart? Especially when Em spelled 'urethra'. Impressive. (Too bad she didn't see my '40 pt.' wonder word comin'. Namely. 'Quack'. Bow down before me.) Yup. We spell body parts. Some more savory than others... *you know what I'm talkin' bout'*

What can I say? We're a club. We're a group.
We can be a secret society.
And no one else can join, unless they wear funny hats.

Of course, as President of said secret society, I can wear whatever I want. Such as the ear warmer headband I made with 'help' from my sisters. (I may very well be murdered for the quotation marks around that word. Look for my obituary in the Sunday paper. It won't be all sappy and lame like the rest of them. But that's a musing for a different day.)

And for a close up on the exquisite flower design...

*Shut up, Gem. There are plenty of petals.*

Can we spell 'S-N-A-Z-Z-Y'?
Why yes we can.
We Scrabble.

Creations of Late

To begin, I would like to re-enact a small conversation that went something like this:

Ahem. *cough*

Sister #1: "Corinner, wanna go check if Moose is still sleeping?"
Sister #2: "And change Lil's diaper while you're at it?"
Me: "Um, sure."
Sister #2: "We should really stop pushing our children off on her."
Sister #1: "I'm visiting! I've got to squeeze in all the time I can!"
Sister #2: "Yah. I don't see myself stopping anytime in the near future either..."

Now, don't get me wrong, I love conversations like this.
They make me feel all appreciated n' stuff. :)

But still amusing, none-the-less.

I love my sisters. We're all so different yet freakishly similar.
Uncanny, idn' it?

Moving on to my creations as of late.
After finally whittling down my sister's resolve to ban any and all hair accessories from her wedding procession, I triumphed and made these little gems. The headband I picked up at Wally-World for a couple buck-a-roos and the blossoms were constructed from fabric scraps and beads/pearls stolen from my sister's jewelry making stash. (You know you love me.)

Kudos goes to Ellen of Poor Man's Wife for the inspiration. I actually co-owned her business for a short time and loved every moment of it. She's a real genius when it comes to couture.

As evidenced by one of my favorite headbands of all time:

And last but certainly not least, this weekend everyone and their dog was married. Seriously.

Thus, master gift-wrapping skills were required. You can't really see it too well in the photo but the tag has a little glitter heart.
*aw. sweet*

This concludes today's post.

Tune in next time.