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Say it out loud and you can tell the difference, but a lip-reader would never know...

Eye Halve a Spelling Chequer

Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.

Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rarely ever wrong.

Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect in it's weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.

The end is nigh

Oh, to be done with the costumes... only some velcro to sew now and a couple of other little hand-stitching jobs.

Back to your regularly-scheduled programming

... I hope. >_<

I'd sort of expected to spend the first few weeks of concubinage (as the Quebec government used to call living in sin, I think they changed it a couple of years ago) writing about the little things that change when a couple starts living together -- but making dance costumes got in the way. Today was picture day, and I'm STILL NOT DONE THE DAMN COSTUMES!!! GRAAAAAAAARRGGHH!

So, I haven't yet told you all about how G snores and woke me up the first few nights, or how he dirties and awful lot of plastic containers in a week, or how we had to reorganise the kitchen cupboards because the third shelf is too high for me (no, G, it isn't because I'm not freakishly tall, they're just high), or how the cats have officially adopted me and Buji, a.k.a. the in-the-way cat has become my sewing companion, sleeping on the futon while I cut and stitch. Also, my gardening plans have temporarily been put on hold as the weather's not been cooperating. It is now, but it's nearly six o'clock and I don't feel like getting my hands dirty at this hour.

G's mother spent a few days with us, including the long weekend. Unfortunately, it was grey and blah the whole time she was here, but since our weekend revolved around the purchasing, preparing and eating of food (as things tend to do, with G), we would have spent a good deal of time indoors anyway. The sewing-room/sewing-room has turned out to be quite the coup, as what initially looked like a dismally tiny room can actually house quite a lot. It may not be totally organised, but after all, it's meant to be a space for works-in-progress.

And now for some [unintentional] sewing humour (from a lj sewing community): You can also do a tissue fitting instead of making a muslim. *rofl*