...you speak through the voice of your sewing machine!Translation of note left after my sewing machine was moved from it's table for the fiftieth time:
"Please leave me here so Michele can sew. Thank you!"
"But sometimes I get cold from blocking the air conditioner all day... so I move."
(And, yes, Colby and I both have atrocious handwriting... that happens when you get as old as we are.)
That is hilarious! I'm glad my sewing machine finally has a home. My hubby used to stael the table it was on and put it (and all of the other crap around it) on the floor. :)
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