If it wasn’t NaBloPoMo, today would be one of those days that I would stay far away from Fluid Pudding.
I have nothing to report.
We went to church this morning, and someone complimented my fingerless gloves and mentioned that he has always wanted a pair, but he can’t find them in his size. I immediately made a mental note to knit some fingerless gloves for him.
After church, the girls went down to my parents’ house to help them decorate for Christmas. Jeff and I had lunch and then I worked on freelance for a few hours.
We picked the girls up, ate dinner, and now we’re home. 7:03. I’m yawning like someone who yawns a lot, but this is my B12 week so I’m about to turn right onto Open Eye Boulevard.
I smell like a Christmas tree, and in a few weeks I’ll smell like a lemon.
One year ago today I took a nap with Ramona Quimby, and I had no idea that she would be gone in less than two weeks.