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Sickly Stitching and Working

Well, shoot. I ripped out Spidey’s unfitting sweater and he no longer wants a back and red and yellow sweater with cute fireman buttons. I guess at the oh-so-mature age of eight, he’s above that. I’m making it into a pocketless, hoodless wallaby for charity, and I’m making it just his size in case he changes his mind.

I’ve emptied a couple of boxes and depleted a couple os stacks out of the craft area today, too. I think I have done about all I can do on it for today, though. I am “plum give out” as they say. It had been my firm intention to sleep for most of the day, but I found I could not do that. Apparently, I only can only sleep somewhere my kids aren’t. Perhaps I should make reservations at a Las Vegas hotel. Well, except for the part where I would be too excited to sleep.

And I know I said I was about done, but I think I do want to go ahead and get the empty bins out/off. I’m pretty sure that I’ll at least be able to sit down if I do that. And have I mentioned that that is a reclining loveseat? Yep. So, if I can sit, I can nap. Hehehehe. I guess I am a study in ulterior motives.

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