"another one?"

The Small Mister and I pinned a quilt for quilting this evening.  He kept asking me, "another one?"  He then would hand me a safety pin.  Or more then a safety pin.  I thought I was going to have some quiet time because the boyos have been doing motorbikes all day.  I thought they would continue or crash into a puddle of exhausted boys.  Neither happened.  I had a lot of help.

But, we are ready for quilting.  How much I get done this weekend will completely be dependent on if there is surf this weekend.  At one point, there was chest high waves forecasted.  I can hope.