Finished this up in a couple of nights:
It's Peace by Birds of a Feather. I didn't have much peace stitching it however, as the chart had some errors in it, so I had to rip out my stitching a couple of times and then improvise in the end with some colors of my own. Then, after I'd stitched the word "peace" I noticed how much darker it is than the words above it, even though all the thread came off the same skein. Ugh. I was too disgusted to rip it out and do it over. Sometimes we just have to live with these little imperfections in our lives and be ok with it, don't you think?
Gosh, I found out after I finished Their Song last week that some people actually get annoyed with you if they think you're finishing stuff too fast. I don't think I'm a fast stitcher at all, but apparently some people do and yes, even seem annoyed by it. But I am gainfully employed outside of the home and I do cook meals and even bake on occasion (which also annoys people) and clean and do laundry and everything else (and even more) that most women do. Yet it seems I don't have a life because of all this free time for stitching that just magically appears, just to piss people off. Geesh. "Get a life?" Indeed.