Terrorism

We have a family policy of not negotiating with terrorists. I often falter in this resolve when faced with a screaming child with a list of demands a mile long. It happens. Even Jack Bauer has his bad moments. This morning I was face to face with a terrorist who tried to prevent me from using my sewing machine. I don't like to profile here, but I will be very wary of the next blond hair/brown eye 2 year old who crosses my path.

Today my cones and rods are misfiring. We switched Flower to this afternoon, instead of yesterday, and Idol has a performance show. I'll wake up tomorrow thinking it's today! And don't get me started on the weather. It snowed on Sunday, and by Saturday it will be in the 70s. Don't get me started. Don't even get me started.

Yesterday I was making an apron for a Molly Patch order, and realized that I cut out the fabric upside down. This is my second time making that mistake. You would think I would learn. You would be wrong, but you can think it anyway.

A year ago, this is what Patch looked like: