Martinis, Monograms, and Milkshakes...

One foot on the ground – sleep still in my eyes and I am already reviewing the 1,000 things I need to do today. I stumble to the coffee pot all the while trying to figure out why I brag about having a “day off” – off from what? A real day off would be filled with pedicures, frappuccinos, and 2 for 1 martinis at Bella Fresca (so that’s out because it’s not Monday).

I looked over at the bar, saw my box of straight pins and was reminded of this weekend when I was sorry, for only a moment that I had gone to graduate school – school at all really. If I sat at my sewing machine for one hour this weekend, I sat there ten. I was in heaven – I learned new limits, or rather lack thereof, of my talent to “make threads meet”, stitch by stitch – it was love. I am almost done with my nephew’s baby bedding – there will be more sewing.
(Jude's diaper stacker)


My teeth are bound to fall out of my mouth any minute – my trip to the orthodontist yesterday was a bit much – a power chain, stainless steel wires, and rubber bands - milkshakes so far for breakfast and lunch – the menu for dinner is looking similar. It’s 5pm and I notice that Greer has just fallen asleep in my bed – looks like I’ll be stumbling to the coffee pot again this evening yet this time, I'll be reviewing the 1,000 things I should have done today.



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