While I was drying my hair yesterday, I heard a big CLUNK from another part of the house. I looked out in the hall, and my son was just getting up so I thought it was just him jumping out of bed or something. Nope! The cats, in a bout of spirited tag, somehow pulled my sewing machine off the dining room table. It was sprawled on the floor in a pathetic heap. I thought it was okay...hey, the light still worked!...but a few things are not working. The needle/up down button, the speed selector, and it just doesn't seem "right." I tried to open her up but I think you need a degree in appliance engineering to do that. So I guess I'm going to have to take her to the "hospital." Sniff! I've never had her away from me!
I'm going to go pick some lilacs for a little pick-me-up. The day will get better now, I just know it!