Where You’ll Find Me

Last week, I had my son Karl take a package to the post office for me.  In order to write a check, they need my I.D.  I sent my driver’s license with my son.  I wasn’t around when he got back so he put my driver’s license where he was sure I wouldn’t miss it.


…by my sewing machine.  Is this an indication that I spend too much time at the sewing machine?

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