
Okay, I do not smoke, but let's pretend that is a "bon-bon" in my hand, or a copy of Somerset Life..........
I have so much to do, that I am getting nothing done. I have had Vicky's journal, and although I have been thinking about it, I have not started it (
Are ya worried yet Vicky? I would be). I did start the birds but then decided they looked like "poop", so I am going to start again. I know I have a little time left , but then Steve is working on the closet in my craft room and well I have dust everywhere, and I cannot get to my supplies (
Hey, thats my story and I am sticking to it). I want to get these things done, but all the closet stuff is now residing in the middle of the craft room (
and the small bedroom), and the dust, so you see it isn't my fault. I am being forced to sit here, eating bon-bons, looking at Somerset Life and thinking about all the things I want to do. I am telling you if "wishing and daydreaming" were enough, the things I could accomplish....... like Vicky's Journal page and those pesky birds...
3 comments:
I haven't even read you blog yet..Just the headline and the picture made me giggle...
So why...oh why do we do these things to ourselves...
So well written...I'm still giggling....
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