I'm rushing around this morning trying to get my housework finished so I can work on my newest felted bag. I am 3/4 of the way finished with it and am consumed with curiosity as to how it will turn out.
I am also feeling a bit on the edgey side today with figits thrown in as a condiment.
The result is a sort of sour pickle effect. Not entirely without charm, but not something you would want to eat for three meals a day either.
Haven't been called in to work yet either. Makes me wonder why they hired me in the first place. Humpf. Ah well, soon enough I imagine, and I might be complaining about being called TOO much. So let's just let that sleeping dog lay shall we?
So without further ado,
The Little Red Hen says:
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"No use borrowing trouble from tomorrow. Tend your garden as it is today."