I have only a few (5?) rows left on the third clue on the Summer Mystery Shawlette, and the printer just spit out the final clue.
Seventeen rounds on the stealth project for BittyBubba at church yesterday.
Five precious, giggly, wiggly four-year-old girls in class, and the treats came home with me again, uneaten; they will be snackage for me this week, so all is not entirely lost.
My checkbook is reconciled.
I think I may have been double-charged (again, but at a different Wendy's) for my order on Saturday afternoon. There was a problem with the machine, and they ran my card twice, and it looks like it went both times, after all. However, I anticipate no difficulties getting a refund; I got the first one taken care of on Saturday morning while I was running around doing errands.
Feels a little weird to be going into work on a Monday morning. I was off, the last two.
This is the part where I hop in the shower, right?
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!