Molly Mormon for a Day

Today I played pretend...
I pretended I was a Molly Mormon.
It was a total hoot!

I got up at five-thirty a.m.
and made eggs and toast and juice
for Daisie
to send her off to Seminary.

Then I got out my sewing machine
and sewed 4 pillow shams
for the Caboose's school teacher
who wanted them for her reading circle.
Forget that she gave me the pillow forms
2 months ago, okay?


While I sewed,
I turned on
"Pride and Prejudice"
to keep me company.

I love that movie.
I am infatuated with Matthew MacFadyen:

I could just lick his face, ya know?

                                   Is it even legal to be this good-looking?

I know all the words in the movie--
well the good ones--



What??


While I sewed,
Nana lay on the deck in the morning sun
anxious to tan her winter skin...
with the door open
so she could hear the movie too.
Silly child.
She wants a Mr. Darcy, most ardently.

Then we took the shams to Mrs. Z who asked
if I'd be interested in making some more--
my head shook "yes"
while my brain was inside screamin'
"nuh-unh!"

After that,
I went to Hobby Lobby
because I'm doing a makeover for my own
family room
which I am way stinkin' excited about.

I (heart) Hobby Lobby--
and missed it something fierce
while we lived in Boise.
I wander down each aisle
and get lost in all the "pretties".

Then I went grocery shopping
and got 10 quarts of fresh strawberries
and 8 pints of blackberries
then I came home and made it all
into preserves!


Is there a cure for Molly Mormon-ness?
or will it go away on it's own?
Yikes.
I'm tired.