There was no large piece of unmovable furniture smushing me to the ground or anything. No elephant camped on my back.
I just couldn't get here friends. Yeesh.
And I know you are wanting a DTR. What does this mean about our relationship? Are we really going where we want to? I'm not sure that this is what we said it was going to be, you say.
I know. But I love you and I don't want anything to change. I've just been busy at work, babe. It's all about you, though. It's all about you. I swear it, babe. I swear it.
And I'm back and I'll prove it to you and it will all be the way it always was. It will all be the way it always was.
While not physically (but only metaphorically) trapped under said heavy object and unable to get my fingers to my keyboard, I have managed to make one quilt top, 3 pink & white striped polyester aprons, 1 toddler purse. Pics you say? Pshaw. No.
Immediate plans: back for said quilt top and a weird stack of repairs. And just whatever I knock out once I get my legs to walk upstairs.
Which I'm going to have myself do. Because my weinerdog is dying to do some tricks. I'll report back with proof soon.
Until then--don't worry. I still love you.
