Mr. biscuit and I are visiting his parents for a desperately needed vacation. We’re indulging in good food (his mom is an excellent cook), booze (his dad is a wine fiend), relaxation, heated blankets(they live in the Frozen North), dumb TV shows (I watched Revenge yesterday and was glad to see that soap operas have found a comfortable place in primetime) and, in my case, my mother-in-law’s fabric room:
My mother-in-law is a serious quilter, and she’s got a whole entire room dedicated to fabric. Isn’t that awesome? I’m so fucking jealous.
But wait! There’s more: