Oey. Today is January 13th and I think I have now worked on 86 different needlework projects in the last fifteen minutes. I know that I said this would be the year of stitching "Whatever The Damn Hell I Feel Like", but this is really ridiculous.
No snowman for the StewMeister. Just as we were about to go outside, he picked up his "baby" and headed to the big girl sleigh bed for a nap. His baby is a little white teddy bear that Aunt Chrissy got him for Christmas, and for whatever reason he refuses to go to sleep without it. So a nap we had, and I woke up just in time to get the lights on before the neighbors called the authorities. (What can I say? My neighbors know how routine I am, and if they don't see my porch light go on at 4:30 in the afternoon, they panic.)
As much as I would love to make the snowman today, methinks I had better concentrate on laundry and housecleaning. It's time that I start to realize that a 43 year old spinster is NOT a 22 year old frat boy, and as much as I love doing it, kicking one's underpants of onto the floor is just...not...civilized.
Happy Hump Day!