Was me.
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Hollering like a crazy lunatic in the Hobby Lobby yesterday.
Guess what I found?!
I was in the stamping aisle and turned around, and right there they were...my jars...my beloved, beloved perfect ort storage jars!
They had two packs of two, so I scooped them up and hugged them as though they were my long lost best friends or Stewey Angus Willowswamp His Very Little Self.
A tiny tear came out of my eye.
I swear it to be true.
After a few more errands, I came home, got my wits about me, and hit my freshly cleaned off cockpit:
And I stayed there, playing with my planner until the wee hours of the morning.
Here's a few shots of January:
And then, because I was having so much fun, I went ahead and jumped right into February:
And because you know me so well...here's a look at the inside cover:
I swear, playing with this stupid book brought me more peace and happiness than I have felt in quite a while. I mean, come on. What's not to love about scissors and glue and stickers and stamps...all while getting yourself organized for the week?
Speaking of which...Tuesday is the big day. Surgery on my left arm to get it ready for dialysis. I don't know why I'm so darn crazy nervous...back in 1991 they practically cut my head off at Mayo and I didn't give it a second thought! This is supposed to be a relatively simple surgery, but I am fretting it like nobody's business!
Sheesh...why can't I just enjoy stitching and planning as my hobbies instead of going for 1st Place Champion Fretter all the time?
So that's the report for a snowy Sunday, my dears. As soon as I finish the papers and another damn good cup of coffee, I'm going to see what I can do about getting myself presentable for the hospital.
Now, where did I put that weed whacker?