…and a lot of other stuff, too!
Somebody please tell me that this sparkly pile of yarn barf is going to grow up to be a real shawl someday… Quick! Before all the fairies die and I become completely disillusioned…
I hate Mondays. No, really. I hate them. On the order of getting pre-Monday anxiety every Sunday night. And the Mondays that happen once every two weeks, those are the worst. It means more stress at the office, and no matter how fast I work, it never gets all done. And this Monday had the…