Can I just say that trying to schedule school drop-offs, house cleaning, an IM interview, a new massage client and a sex date before I leave town for two days is like, torture?
I need more coffee.
Pray for me, people. I’m going to the land of “Where you at?”
Good news is: I finished the Clapotis a couple of weeks ago, knitted some lovely handwarmers and a top-down raglan sweater for Miles, using no pattern. Yeah, bitches, I totally winged it.
Okay, it’s going to fit Jack. But now I can start on Miles’ and just make it way the hell bigger. Something to do while I try to remain calm in the face of so many grammatical errors.