What is wrong with people?

Why is it that being pregnant makes people think that they can say whatever they want about your body? Today after church an elderly woman walked up to me on the way out and asked me how many weeks I had left. I told her that I'm due at the end of August, so six weeks. Her response, "goodness, are you having twins?". Really, thanks. Thanks for telling me that I look too big. I really wanted to respond with a comment like "you don't look so hot yourself", but being in the church sanctuary tempered my tongue a bit. But really, is it ever okay to walk up to someone and comment on their size? Or to rub their belly? Nope, it isn't. And being pregnant doesn't change that! Really, if you don't have something nice to say, then SHUT UP!

Okay, rant over and on to more enjoyable subjects.

We spent yesterday and today plowing through more projects. I feel bad that Jeremy's vacation turned into work -- he'll probably be glad to go back tomorrow to his air conditioned office so that his feet, hands and back can recover a bit. The pool area is really starting to look good, though. I'll try to take a picture tomorrow to post!

Hannah & I ALMOST finished her tote bag today. All we need to do is sew the handles on. Unfortunately, my machine won't go through that many layers. I'm hoping that I can fix the problem with a more appropriate needle, but if not, I'll have to sew them on by hand, which I am not looking forward to. It isn't perfect, but it is pretty stinking cute. I want to make another one (for me) now that I've figured out some of the finer points.

I really need to turn my brain off. Really. I keep thinking up more stuff to do. And not direly important stuff, just more crafting and sewing stuff.

Oh, and we have an ant problem now. Little itty bitty ones that seem to appear from no where. I think we stirred everything up in the yard and they decided to move in the house (especially since we put a bug killer down on the entire yard while it was all torn up). Today I wiped down every surface in the kitchen that I could with vinegar. And, I tore apart my cupboards under the sink (and everywhere else I thought they might be coming in from), but haven't found a trail, yet. Ick, ick, ick...