I made my mountain of clean laundry into a molehill.
Rebecca lost her ballet shoes and did not go to ballet. I cannot find them, and have a feeling they are in the Bloom parking lot. Or were. A week ago. Bloom said they did not have any ballet shoes in their lost and found, so I think they are long gone. Rebecca will have to pay for her new ballet shoes.
I lost a flashlight while I was looking for the shoes. Then I found two other flashlights. Then I finally found the flashlight that I lost. I know where Rebecca gets her losing gene from.
I went to a blast media company and felt their grits. I'm still holding out for a personal visit to a place in New Jersey at Easter; hopefully they will have the mineral emery in a 120/240 grit in quantities smaller than 2,000 pounds.
I had a pounding headache in the evening because the weather was changing, so I took Tylenol and Advil and went to bed.
Jess came over and we needlefelted a poppy and a hedgehog each. We also walked the dog. But there was lots and lots of needlefelting.
Rebecca threw one heck of a tantrum and Matthew carried the television out to the shed. The kids asked "Can we watch TV?" a few too many times this weekend. Not cool. Hello, peace and quiet.
