Quilting in Springfield

Late, very late last night, we arrived safely here in Springfield, Missouri. This morning I decided to make my husband happy. No, not that. He isn't even in the same state. Making him happy this morning involved my changing the oil and rotating the tires on his car that I borrow each time I head to a Quilt Show. The oil is now nice and new. The tires are nice and new, too. Realllly new. It turns out rotation was not an option since there was a nail in one tire and the other had no tread left. ZAP went $500 !!!! sigh. Where was that spa?

Talk About a Tired Quilter aka Quilter vs GPS

I tell you, the GPS system is sooo wrong when it says how many hours it takes to get from point A to point B. Yesterday for instance, it said we should arrive in just over six hours. Give me a break. It always takes us at least twice whatever they suggest. I mean, shouldn't there be an alternate "reality time" given? Heeello-o-o-o-o, what about time to get gas? to eat? to pee? to eat? to stop at the local wineries for tastings? to eat? and the darling boutiques?-it would be downright rude to ingore them, wouldn't it? My proof--we left Cincinnati at 7:30 a.m. and arrived in Springfield at 10:30 p.m. Do the math. Honestly. By the way, anyone heard of Ice Wine? woo woo. deeeeeelish. ;-)