Three weeks today for me, peeps. Three weeks for Ann & Co., too. Three weeks and a day for my sister. Eleven days for Lesli (of yesterday's comments -- WOO, you GO, girl!). Connie's on her way, too. Yahoo!
One of the nicest things? DH told me this morning that my breath smells healthier. I'm taking that to mean better, but it is still morning breath, after all, so healthier is good.
So, you'll see Ann's stats -- know that mine are much the same, though because I live in a different part of the country, my dollar figure isn't even three figures yet. It's enough, though; I'm not complaining! Recent talk of another possible "sin tax" increase in Wisconsin, and I feel good that it won't be coming out of my pocket anymore!
Katy visited Ann the other day and witnessed the putting away of the Fiesta ware. It prompted a cute post and some cute comments and got me thinking about how I put away my dishes. I have an enormous collection of mismatched dishware -- all stacked by pattern, shape and size. DH and the kids don't always get it "right."
They do get the spoons right, though. I have two spooners in the kitchen -- they're not even spooners, they're really lid-less sugar bowls, and the one on the table must have been from a farm kitchen because it's huge! The one on the left is on the counter by the coffee pot (the sugar is actually in the worn tea canister). The only spoons that go in there are of this Wm. Rogers vintage grape pattern (my favorite of his grape patterns) or a particular set of stainless. Teaspoons of any pattern besides those two go in the jar on the table.
These would include the "Gumby" spoon, a favorite of the kids' for many years; "The Belmont" which came from who-knows-where; and the "Rose" spoon, a favorite of Ai's for a long time, but which (as you can see) is really a daffodil.
Happy weekend, all! It's spring and there really are daffodils blooming!