So You Think You Can Tell…

*  I had a hideous breakout on my face

*  You can see my gray hair after too long between dye bottles

*  My toenails look heinous

*  The clothing I’d bought online in the wee frickin’ hours of the morning was starting to arrive, and my taste in bras has improved but for everything else I should maybe get some sleep. 

I also realized that, in the haze of the last couple weeks I have:

* Made the kids fish their clothes from the clean pile instead of folding them

* Served my family milkshakes for dinner last night

* Entertained a massive neck/headache from writing 5K a day for 6 days straight

* Failed to feed the cats before they ate the bowl they knocked off the table

* Probably should clean the floor in the kids’ room

* Have been living from milk to milk, not from shopping to shopping

* Have broken my diet several times

* Have developed a pathological attachment to the evil imps hawking sugar and fat at in front of the grocery store.

And sometime in the course of living in this dragon cave I had:

*  Stopped by my grandmother’s house to give my aunts and uncle moral support as they held an estate sale

*  Knitted feverishly on Squish’s sweater so I can get to the baby blanket I need to be feverishly working on moar.

*  Taken pictures of the partially completed Chain Mail Rib scarf, and hoped people don’t really buy Blackbird Knitting in a Bunny’s Lair for the knitting pattern in the back

*  Become unnaturally attached to several songs that I didn’t realize were part of my own personal mythos

And now, I think I would like to:

* Knit and watch television with my family

* Read my friends’ blogs because it’s been too long 

* Fold clothes

* Clean the house

* Get ready for the couches my aunts and uncle generously let us have from grandma’s estate

* Edit the 167K monsterpiece that I hath created, and hope that, as I re-read it, I discover that holy Goddess, merciful God, it might not suck.