What the heck? Some of these things are downright dangerous--especially the driving and the cooking things. And it's totally unlike me, to be just floating through my days, spending huge chunks of time being unproductive and out to lunch. Oh, I know this pleases some of you. You can't keep going like you were, you'll say, or whatever, you have a lot on your plate, give yourself a break. I'm just saying it's a little unnerving from where I'm sitting. And I can't quite diagnose the problem.
On the one hand, I am able to do some things. Like, for example, I've been doing some sewing lately. I made this cool skirt:
I call it my "distress dress." There's a lot of de stress in that there dress.
But mostly, I'm just being a freak.
Like, for example, this:
Which was supposed to be Eric's birthday cake, but ended up looking like a Great Dane took a big runny duke on a cake platter.
Happy birthday, sweetie. Now, unfortunately, you've got a lot of doodoo on your plate.