Another of my dad's famous saying, "I'm not worth the bullet it'd take to shoot me."
The quilty blog will have to wait until tomorrow because:
~ I sliced the bejeebers out of my finger right before I left the office. One of those metal file clasps. Just took the Band-Aid off to check it and bled all over my shirt.
~ Eating my usual nutrious dinner of whatever I could find in the house. Tonight cashews and grits. Don't ask. Bit the inside of my bottom lip, and bled all over my shirt - again.
I'm going to bed. Just needed to whine and get some sympathy. Did it work? LOL