So, I've been working on this:
and I think it's pretty damned cute. Superchick has encouraged me to make many more for the upcoming CraftaNostra show. Just how many more? And how much should I charge?
In other news, some asshole tried to break into my car last night. Apparently, they really wanted the 11 cents and dog hair on the floor. The handle is all bent, but it opens. I'm so ready to sit up all night on the front porch with a shotgun, only I don't have one. Again, you shouldn't mess with short people. Our anger is concentrated!
The damned possums or rabbits keep eating my and Tiny Montgomery's tomatoes. More victims of my imaginary shotgun!
Matt found a website that tells you if your house was ever condemned, and ours was in 1997! It is a great time-waster, and I recommend you spend some time poking around it. We also found a website that has estimated appraisals of houses, but I have a hard time believing that ours is $181,000. Has anyone SEEN our ramshackle garage lately?
I'm so ticked about my car. So very , very ticked. Maybe this cloud scene the other night, before the 15 minutes of nickel-sized hail was a warning sign:
Go to Boobhaha and bid on wonderful things. I will put 2 hot pink streaks in my hair if Poppymom raises $1000. I know, 2 streaks isn't a big deal, but school starts in a short time, so it has to be tame enough to be re-dyed by late August.
Transformers=good movie. Not an intellectually stimulating masterpiece, but it's good at what its goal is. Plus, Matt ate Junior Mints that he thought HE dropped in the Moolah Theatre's leather couches, but then realized that there were more than one mint in the crack. Ha ha!
That is all. Give me price estimates of that quilt. It's about 36" square.