A couple years ago, I was talking to my husband about something, I can't remember what, but during the course of the conversation, I asked him about his lack of contribution to the conversation. If you knew my husband, it would be very apparent that he is the "talker" of the two of us most of the time, so his lack of words threw me for a loop. When I asked him about this, he responded by saying, "well you know, I *am* a man of small words." Obviously, he meant to say he was a man of *few* words, uh, big difference there. So now this has become a joke between the two of us.
I'm feeling like being a "woman of small words" lately, so I'm going to leave you with these couple of pics of a baby blanket I made recently. The top was totally made from scraps, the backing is flannel and just look at that pink plaid binding. Yum.me!