Am I the only person who wonders if Toyota sent a big muffin basket to the folks at BP?
Is it wrong to want hot dogs with ketchup, mustard, and relish for breakfast at 7:30 in the morning?
If I remove the fabric from my dining room chairs by myself and try to wash it in the washing machine, will I be able to hide the staples when I re-attach it?
How aggravated will Aunt Chrissy be when I tell her we have to go shopping for dining room chairs this weekend because somebody decided to Bob Villa her way through the house today?
What would really happen if I didn't wear a bra to the bank?
How does one delicately mop up sweat that's running down her face as she tries to look impossibly chic when talking to a handsome police officer?
Should I go back to bed?
How hot will it be if I go up into the studio to put together a SummerTime Basket of Stitchy Fun?
Will the SummerTime Basket of Stitch Fun pull me out of my SpringTide Stitchy Slump of Epic Proportions?
Would Stewey eventually explode if I put a clothespin on his peenie? (Don't even think about calling the ASPCA....you KNOW I'm kidding and only looking for a cheap laugh here. I would gladly throw myself in front of a bus for that damn dog and would never ever never ever never do anything to hurt him or his fragile sensibilities.)
(I would, however, manage to put a very nice dent in the bus).
Wherever you are is exactly where I hope you want to be today. Think a few deep thoughts with me, won't you, and let me know what they are in your comments!