Don't you know, last weekend my son came home for a quick, unannounced visit from the Army. When he comes home I usually take a whole day to clean up my studio for him, but no time this time. The next day he says to me, "Mom I think you need to wash those sheets. I had the heebie-jeebies all night, thinking something was in there with me. You probably have bed bugs or something." I just said, "Hrmmm, I'll take care of it". After he left that day I took the covers and sheets off and lo-and-behold all of these beads flew out. I thought I got them off the quilt, but apparently some made their way into the sheets. It makes me chuckle just to think about it.
Here's a shot of my three "boys" (they'll always be my boys, even if the older two are grown up) and my hubby. The Army son referred to is on the right.
|My YOUNG men|
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