On top of everything else, Mr. Crohns decided to make a return visit with a vengeance at 4:00 this morning. I thought perhaps I had fallen into a circular saw in my sleep, but nope...a Crohns flare up.
So here I sit...wondering when the frogs and locusts will appear.
Don't cry for me, Argentina. I have already spoken to my nurse at dialysis and have an appointment with my gastro later this afternoon. Hopefully, a quick course of steroids and I will be right as rain once again.
In other news, I am still stitching away on RVC and loving it. Despite my floss toss last night, methinks I might just stick with status quo and push on until completion. I'm just not bored with that silk through linen just yet.
Rich is diligently sourcing mugs for the Damn Good project. Coffee mugs are ubiquitous in his industry, but I am very particular when it comes to drinking my damn good, and want a big fat mug that won't cost a small fortune to buy/package/ship.
I am so very happy that the t-shirts were such a hit, and I will see if we can do another run of them before the end of the year. I have worn mine several times now and washed and line-dried it without it losing any of its softness.
That's it for a Futzingday. Not much futzing, but Futzingday it is nonetheless. I'm going to take a nice hot scrubby shower, get into some fresh jams, take a couple of Tylenol, and settle in until appointment time.
Here's hoping your day is fun AND futzy and that you get to do all the things that blow your skirt up! Come tell me all about it!