Actual current inner monologue from the dark mind of me… “Mom is still in bed and she’s always up before me, therefore she’s dead. But I won’t worry just yet, in case she wakes up, proving me to be an anxious nutcase.“
I let Chaucer look at Knickknack for too long, which caused her to make a couple of demon noises. That woke up Mom. Good. It’s not my fault she’s awake, and it also proved Mom’s not dead.
All better.
I finished a third wreath yesterday afternoon. Just as I expected, I was unable to finish it with just the remains of Eugenics. However, I was smart enough to use what I did have to fill in the front of the wreath. This avoided any weird color difference in the visible roses.
While it’s not amazing – mostly because I think the color of the birds looks a bit ridiculous – it’s not bad. I ordered a few more wreath forms and some ribbon for hanging them. Mom says we’ll find a big box and ship them all down to my aunt’s shop. She can sell them and send me some profit.
I don’t think there’s any plans for today. Between a couple of hours of poi spinning last night and the morning workout, my body is jelly. Other than that, maybe cleaning out the DVR. I’m sure there’s plenty of HGTV and episodes of Antiques Roadshow.
I used to do that when my gramma would sleep in. It made me so anxious.
I don’t need to discover a dead body, family or otherwise. It’s not on my list of things to accomplish in my life.
On a good note, you’re not a jogger in NYC 😎
I have those kinds of anxiety too like if my mom and dad neither pick up the phone when usually one does.
It’s nerve-wracking!