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!

They really are cuter when they're sleeping.

Comments

[Terri]

Awww, how can you be short-tempered with that adorable pooch-face?! You must be sick. I think your warshcloth looks great! (And I think I have the same colour of cotton waiting for me!)