If I MUST, I gotta go back to work. I'm still pretty tender "down there," but I think I'll survive. Here's hoping my dog can deal. She IS one of those ones in the "poker" painting, you know...
Brotherman took me running around this weekend and I took MANY pictures of cool clouds, but those will have to wait for another day, as I know I need to get my ass to bed, then get up early and figure out what the hell I'm going to do with my short, short hair in the morning. AAAHHH!!!!
Actually, I'm looking forward to getting back into the rat race, sick as that may sound. As attached as I've become to my latch-hook rug project and afternoon soaps/naps, I've been craving some real cerebral stimuli.
If I won the lotto tomorrow...
Ah, I'd give most of it to my parents.