Hysterical laughter, can cause cow-orkers to stop and stare. The funniest part? They just wouldn't understand.
Sunday I met my goal of 120 square. Yeh me!
Since I've been sick, I've spent some time sewing strips together because those can't be screwed up.
If anyone could find a way to mess up sewing strips together, it would be me. Want proof?
Grilltech is pouting now. His blanket is in time out. I don't have the heart to tell him, I need to go pick up more yarn to finish his blanket. I'll let him think it's me for a while.
The worst fucking part? I ripped back the extra square. Counted again, and I've got NINETEEN-FUCKING-SQUARES. Its now in time out.