Wednesday, May 1, 2013
I truly am my own worst enemy and the reasons for that are many. Today I'll just stick to discussing my short attention span these days. I know I should be packing - purging- purging - packing but I keep walking by that quilt. It only needs two more borders and it needs to go to the quilter yesterday. In the midst of selling some furniture a tennis ball was discovered and it was enough to keep me ineffective for way too long. It belonged to dear, sweet Max who used to shove them under my dresser and then try to dig them out, which he couldn't do. I spent countless times on my hands and knees looking for his ball. It was a bittersweet find, how I miss that dog! Is it possible to get some kind of parental controls that keeps me off of pinterest? Something that only my husband can remove? Seriously, what's with all the pretty spring pins? I.need.to.pack. Oh, and that's a stack of bills by the computer that need to be paid. Geesh...