So this week...

I have to make Austin's birthday quilt. Yep, I procrastinated and left myself seven days to finish an entire quilt. I think I can get the top done with three full days of work. That leaves one day to do the letters and borders and then try to get it machine quilted sometime Friday or Saturday. Hopefully. That's how it goes in my head. We'll see if it pans out in real life.

We finally did our meal exchange last night. My freezer is stocked and I am stoked. Five of us hung out afterwards for coffee and conversation. It always makes me happy to hang out with women who are in the same place as me. Stephanie said it best. "I love being a girl".

Austin has become a killing machine. Rob took the boys out on Saturday for some pheasant hunting and as he put it "There was one bird, he had one shot and he got it". Of course then Taylor chimes in that Dad had to twist its neck because it was twitching. What made it funnier was when they showed me the bird its head was just hanging there. By a feather you might say. I'm not sure what Rob is planning on doing with all that meat. We have baggies full of dove, quail and now pheasant. I guess he'll have to have a hunting guys night and invite people that will eat it to come and partake. I won't be there.

Oh, and remember the story I told you about the guy that wrote me a poem in high school about how beautiful I was(and I'm paraphrasing here), well there was an article about him in the Statesman yesterday and he is now appearing on Heroes. If he could just win an Emmy then maybe I could get some money for that masterpiece.