Blogs Are EEEEEEEEEEEEVIL, obviously….

(Okay, I admit, I’m TRYING to let it go, but it still smarts!)

Had a lovely thing happen today as the TeaBot5000 and I were coming out of the town library.  A lovely woman came up to me and said “Excuse me, are you Caityquilter?”

YES!!!  We’ve been reading each other’s blogs for a while, and have quite congruent interests (quilting, reading, poodles, technology) and had yet to meet up - so she said “When I saw you standing there I thought that HAD to be you!”

We had a brief chat about the frustrations of dealing with technophobes, and the joy of meeting up (virtually and in person) with bloggist kindred spirits.

We’re going to meet up for a lunch soon.

Lunch, dahhhhlings!

Lunch, dahhhhlings!

*post abandoned as neighbout’s screaming child is getting TOO MUCH!! More later when my head has stopped exploding…  Jebus may love the little children BUT I DON’T!  Actually, it’s the parents I blame…*

Hmmmph!

Hmmmph!

The sudden greeting was indeed a surprise. See what those wicked B.L.O.G things do to you? Nearly gave me heart failure, it did.

Sorry about the headache. I, too, get tired of screaming children. I haven’t quite figured out how to turn mine off, though. Although it’s very tempting, drugging seems a bit extreme, as does shoving a stopper in his pie hole. I usually end up removing him from public areas when he’s in one of those moods.

I adore the Dowager Quarterly cover! Where did you find that?

Dearest Caity,

I hope you, Mr B and the fur/feather kids all survived intact!!! Nothing like some cyclonic weather to rearrange the garden!

Lots of love

Annie