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 :)”
I don’t know why it’s taking me so long to finish my Hawt Sands. No, really, I do. It’s because I’ve been going to bed by 10, like a good…
Finishing School, by Katie Canavan, was full of finishing techniques, yet, somehow, really fun. And I truly hate finishing. Finishing causes migraines and mood swings. But everything was just clicking along…
You know, like Purple Tuesdays… only not. There is just way too much purple on my memory card these days. It’s all due to my daughter attending a high school…
Is it tier or tyer? Whatever. I wanted to post my progress on my Waterrock vest and Kinton tee, both by Jennifer Kelley of Appalachian Knits, but you’ll have to…
I found these over the weekend in our backyard and hurried to take pictures before my husband cranked up the mower. My dad told me how mushrooms will grow in…
My Morning Mist is now at the easy stage I call beach knitting. I have tried it on several times and it really, truly, seems to fit, so I’m going…
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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.