That sound you heard at 3am this morning was Yours Truly out in the driveway cackling like a crazy person.
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And I finally found the perfect burnt orange nail polish for October...OPI Itsa Piazza Cake:![]()
What got me started, you ask?
Well...it occured to me that in addition to my usual chores around here, I have a new title. It's been quite some time since I've had a business card, but I'm really thinking of hitting the internets today to order a box or two:
Spinster Stitcher
Resident nutjob, coffee slurper, and potty valet extroidaniere.
Potty valet?
Yep. I now have a new job around here that involves scooping Stewey up into my arms and gently carrying him to a designated area on which he makes his deposits.
He does pretty well hobbling about, but the other day he missed the step coming in the back door and smacked his little face on the cement so hard that my teeth rattled and I bawled for two hours. He was fine, but I decided that steps were no longer on his color wheel. So now, whenever he needs to do his thing, I give him a ride. To preserve his significant dignity, I told him that we would now refer to me as his Potty Valet and that he should feel quite special that he gets to go to and fro without having to muddy his little feet.
He seems OK with the arrangement, but insists on waking me from a dead sleep just to see if I really am at his very beck and call.
Progress continues on Vaceila:
Hope your Tuesday is off to a roaring start!