Have you ever had a day when you just can't bear the thought of being you?
That's me today.
When Stewey poked his little head out from under the blanket, I threw my forearm across my eyes (quite dramatically, I might add), and said "Oh, Stewey. Mommie Dearest is just too tired to move!")
This prompted him to snort rather dismissively, twirl himself around a few times, and then go back to sleep.
So...short and sweet today, my lovelies!
Progress on Aquamarine:
and Beekeeper's Cottage: