Hard to believe there's only like 30 something days until Christmas huh? (Not to panic you all or anything.......) Anyway, so last night I made a treasury instead of working, somehow it stretched out to take about an hour. I was feeling quite Christmas like apparently, and just so happened to be in the right place at the right time I guess.
So I'm stressing over this weekends show, and what I should be doing right now is WORKING (see a pattern here?)...but instead, me and the mutt are sitting here in bed, all huddled up in the blanket like people and mutt burritos. Except that she's mad at me. So while I'm huddled and sharing my warmth, she's trying to make herself as small as possible and huffing as deeply as she can with these soul searching sighs every 2 minutes or so. Oh well. She'll live. Wench.
I'm dreading tomorrow. Tomorrow I go pick my mom up so she can stay with the kids while I do this weekend's show. If I survive, I will share some of the gory details here next week. I still haven't sterilized the house yet. God help her if she finds a dog hair in her food. Jeebus. Get ready for the Apocalypse.
Well, I'm off to get something done.
Wish me luck!