Our subversive cross stitch has been in our home for years (a unique gift from a close pal – thanks, Jill!), but a new spot changes everything. During a pre-spring cleaning frenzy, we moved this from a high shelf in the living room to our kitchen counter.
Since the new rotation, I’ve been catching the cheeky phrase from the corner of my eye, and the man and I are loving the friendly reminder – especially when it’s seemingly the absurd, small trials that’ve got you down. Excuse us for the Friday morning expletives (and apologies for any offense taken), but man…those are some, um, words to live by.
And, it’s practically the weekend, after all. File the week’s stresses away and, well, f-the-d-s (as we put it around here). Not to be confused with taking J (Jack) to the p (park). Yes, we one-letter it around here – I swear our pup can spell. So, any fun plans on the agenda?