Yesterday started out scary, was really mellow and calm in the middle, and then ended with a lot of pain, a little blood, and a few curse words. Darn you Tuesday!
The beginning - Cora ran up to our room at 6 a.m. (she slept in!!!), crying that her "white shelf" had fallen on her. I grab her (she happened to be naked...there are days when I find her naked multiple times, should I be worried?), run downstairs to her room and her chest of drawers had tipped over! Blessedly, her bed broke its fall or, wow, I don't even want to think about what could have happened. It seems she wanted to show me what a big girl she is and was picking out her clothes for the day. Thus the nakedness. Anyway, super scary. We decided that we'd move that hunk of junk out of her room after work.
Got an easy 4 mile run in at the gym. Work was good. Normal stuff. Stopped for some fabric and such on the way home with Cora, she impressed the ladies at the store with her vast knowledge of current events (she knows the president, his wife, and the bad man in Libya...we'll have to tackle the Royal wedding soon), all was well. Until...
Until we moved that God-forsaken piece of furniture to the garage. Admittedly, I share some of the blame because I chose to move the thing in my bare feet. But, dang, I was wearing cute pink snake-skin high heels all day, my dogs needed to be free! I ended up with a huge, very painful, surprisingly deep gash on the top of my right foot. Lots of blood involved. Amazingly, no cursing by me! I think I should get a gold star for that.
I cleaned myself up and went into my new craft room (it's just an extra bedroom with a chair, a side table, and my sewing machine...but it's all mine!) to start up a project - some cute cushions for Cora's room. I was feeling all crafty and thrifty (re-purpose old curtains?! that's soooo green!) and then it happened. I broke the friggin' needle. Never fear, I replaced it. But then the tension was all screwy. So I tried every combination of tension I could figure and it's still completely fubar. I don't think the tension dial is doing anything. Here I am, with my new craft room, yards of adorable fabric, and projects that will blow your mind, and my sewing machine is busted. Google even failed me. I am so depressed.
But, today is Wednesday. I'm hoping all appendages and appliances survive unscathed.
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