Deliver Me!!!!!

I'm not exactly sure what that means, but my Grandmother(who was Catholic)used to say it quite a bit when my brother and I were visiting her. Since my Dad was an only child I'm sure the sound of kids bickering probably drove her nuts~ and that's usually when we'd hear her say "Deliver me". I'm assuming it has some sort of meaning with the Catholic religion......whatever it means my brother and I both say it, usually when we're in a situation where we want to pull our hair out.
I've said it quite a few times this week. Between a broken washing machine(which means lots of trips to the Laundry-mat), a broken tooth(??? I have no idea how that happened), and a broken down car~which means probably missing the Felt Club next weekend :( I'm surprised I haven't pulled all my hair out!!
It's times like these that make me happy for the little things in life. Like my little collections(that maybe only I could love) or certain spots in the house that make me forget about the nonsense going on around me.

And this stack of Magazines, that made sitting at the Laundry-mat soooooooooo much more enjoyable.