Oh, look at me, will you? Trying to get all poety with it at 8:15 in the morning.
What has me up at the crack of dawn, you ask? Well, when you're me and you go to one doctor on a Monday, all of the other doctors decide that they want to see you too. So today I get to go play patient once again and re-assure everybody that, yes, I still live in the same place, I'm still the lovable and portly spinster they've grown so very fond of, and my insurance has not changed since yesterday.
But I ask you, dear friends. Do they really need to weigh me every single tootin time? If I weighed a gazillion pounds yesterday, don't you think I'll be pretty close to that today? I'm sure there's some brainiac out there who could calculate this, but what are the odds that I'm going to get on the scale as a petite blonde triathlete today?
Victorian Ribbons will be completed today or I'm giving up stitching forever. Absolutely no excuse for not stitching last night other than the fact that I couldn't figure out how to manage it, two sleepy puppies, a heating pad, a vat of ice water, and a bowl of soup all together at once in the Happy Chair.
I am such an amateur.
Happy happy joy joy to you and yours today! Do something spectacular and then tell us all about it.