I poked something, all right.
Right in the eye.
No, seriously....I sat down to start stitching and promptly reached up to brush a forelock from my forehead and poked myself in the eyeball with the needle.
If it weren't for the fact the Stewey laughed so hard (*) he peed the ottoman, I would have been really traumatized. As it is, I checked for blood, slapped a cold compress on my head and went to bed.
Sometimes it's just not at all easy being me.
Now here's the good news in all of this. Because I'm stupid enough to do this stuff and then even stupider enough to tell you all about it, I will get thousands of comments expressing sympathy and suggestions as to how I can live in the world and still be me at the same time.
What would I do without you all? Thank you for your kindness...your inspiration...your tolerance...and most of all for just understanding . You ROCK!
Here's to happy weekends all around.
I. Am. Determined. To. Stitch. If. It's. The. Last. Thing. I. Do.
(*) In case you're wondering, his laughter is rather like that of the beloved Snoopy of Peanuts fame....high pitched, squeaky little giggles that make his whole little self jiggle and shake.