The next morning, we woke up
|This is the quilt front, not quite finished, but you get the idea of what it will look like!|
DJ brought his work bag home and threw it on the bed. Of course, I had since cleaned the guest room and moved MS's quilt. HAHAHAHA Who am I kidding. It was still there.
Fast forward a weeeee lil bit... I go to work on the quilt, or make room to start working on another one, I don't really recall why, but I started clearing off the bed. I threw DJ's bag on the floor. And what do ya know, there is grease on the quilt. OOOOOOHHHH NOOOOO!! Upon instinct I try to rub if off, only to realize I'm most likely only making the problem worse. So I tell DJ. He tells me to rub something (I don't recall now what exactly that was...) on it and wash it and it'll be fine. Well, if it wasn't on the white part, it probably would have been fine. But of course, it was on the white part, so I had to tell MS. I tried to be cheery and tell her we could give it to BM and it could be Superman's garage blankey. She wasn't thrilled. But I think she's over it.
Until she reads this.