Every Party Needs Some Pity, That’s Why You Invited Me.
Oh my. What a day. What a week. What a month.
I finished the patchwork on my patchwork notebook. I went big on my patches because I am going to do more, more, more to it.
After I had a pity party that involved eating so much “diet” ice cream that I might as well have eaten the good stuff, I began to work on a few projects that have been percolating in my tired brain. I got very excited and I have some good ideas – just some execution matters to resolve. I should feel good, but I feel awful.
Wee-One keeps crying out in her sleep.
The cat won’t stop meowing.
The wind is howling.
I got even more bad news today.
I need a day to have a really big pity party blow-out with real ice cream and real cake and real pizza and really, really, really trashy television. (I have yet to watch Gossip Girl – I could rent and watch all of the first season.)