White Trash Night

Peter and I celebrated my 37% white trash content (as per quiz) last night.
We ate chicken and tators from a Petro Can with a chicken counter called "Chicken Daddy's."
Then we saw "Talladega Nights: The Ballad Of Ricky Bobby." It was very stupid, and very funny. I also smuggled a piece of Chicken Daddy's chicken into the theatre in my bag. Good times!

Done!

SIL's wedding gift is done. The 82 beads didn't take as long as I thought it would to sew on.
I think this is my favourite cross stitch I've done. I'm going to make it for myself, sometime.
Now, where are those quilt blocks?!