My Orega-do
Actually , I think I look more like Gilly. Oh, well. “Sorry :)”
Actually , I think I look more like Gilly. Oh, well. “Sorry :)”
The heat in Southeast Texas has taken an ugly turn this week. I know I sound like old people saying it, but I have never felt a summer this hot….
My eyes are bigger than my storage. It’s not like I collect a lot of craft stuff and then never get around to using it. I knit or work on…
I’m about to enter the crazy time of year. You can expect to see me in extremes: nothing for days, then a blitz of several posts in one day….
Every once in a while I come across something trivial that I obsess over. I must collect every single issue, piece, or version of it. It’s usually some form of…
My kids say anytime I’m trying to convince someone to do something, I add an “ie” to the end of words. As in: “Want some Starbuckies?”, “Let’s watch Freakie Geekie”…
Wow, that’s a serious sounding KAL title, huh? It seems to need an intense Y2K reference thrown in there, like: Holla Knits Titanium Knit-along 2016-2.0. That has the right wave-of-the…
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Must be something in the air. I'm uber grouchy lately too. I really do think I'm just ready for summer. Down to with getting off to school(s)…up with lazy mornings before heading to the pool!!
Is it wrong that I laughed at your list of annoyances? Not at you, the humor, girl! You are a funny lady.
What is it with the neighbor kids screaming outside my window and playing shootout in my driveway? They have their own driveway! Chased them off just last night. Again. Must be universal.
Don't even get me started on FB. Grrrr…always the same handful of people posting the same boring minutiae. There's the chronic complainer, the one who "Checks in" every hour, the bragger, the farmers, etc. Much prefer Twitter. Concise and to the point.
Clever and cute photos. Love your orega-fro. That made me smile. Hope your Friday and weekend is enjoyable.
Okay! So, it's not just me. You know, I think I was worse as a kid. I was like a crotchety old grandma stalking down the halls of my highschool. Guess it's just a phase- reaction to a too busy week.