There is a great phenomenon about to occur at my house.
If people were privy to it, I gar-o-tee, they would be bringing their lawn chairs, cold drinks, and camera's.
The speculations, bets and other such wagers would be filling the air so thickly you would think you were at the horse races.
With a gasp and pointing finger Bertha Mae would declare, "Oh my WORD! Ethel. Would you look at THAT!"
To which our dear sweet Ethel would breathlessly reply, "I can hardly believe it!
She isn't really going to...?
Clean her craft heap this week end is she?!"
Well...that is the plan.