Now that Stan and I are home, we have to help my mom in her sweatshop, I mean work shop. We have been churning out bags, pillowcases and jammie pants for people. I iron and turn things out, my mom sews and Stanley keeps things from blowing away. You might think I look a little crazy, but it was the middle of the night on the assembly line. Stan looks great as always. Please note the large bottle of my mom's medicine in the Stan picture. Yup, she takes her pain meds for her knee and then makes Stan and me work for hours.
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