Somebody shoot me. I feel like hell and have to work tomorrow.
In my sickness addled state I have ventured where I never should have.
I did it. The ultimate in yarn stupidity. I made a warshcloth
But I made it, dammit, and it's an FO. Please God, may Marilyn forgive me.
I am also very short tempered. My dogs are driving me crazy. Why can't they just lie down and be quiet?! Why do they stare at me so? I fed them, they should go to their beds and be happy we adopted them! I think I'm having feverish delusions. I love my poopers, no matter what. Enough! Stop staring at me! Go to bed! I made you blankets for God's sake!
Eeeek! I've become Mommy Dearest!