I’ve had one of those headaches for two days that makes you feel like you are moving in slow motion and unable to concentrate on anything. I’m feeling very unproductive. I made a tiny start on Primitivebettys Affinity Pinkeep, but I should really be sorting through this basket of receipts, then I saw this at Su’s blog and had to pull out my Cross-Eyed Cricked Eggs…etera #109 and stitch one for me.
Yes, that is a basket of Yzma on my desk (much better than a basket of receipts). She is hiding from Ethan the tormentor of cats. Jerry says it’s their own fault if they don’t go hide in the basement where he isn’t allowed to go. Jerry just doesn’t understand that Yzma and Ophelia must be on the spot for occasional birds on the feeder and neighborhood cat sightings at all times despite the risk of falling into Ethan’s hands.
It’s time to head out the door for the insanity of Tuesday afternoon classes, lessons, & practices, I think I may need to make a stop at Starbucks today.