From Twitter 10-12-2009

• 08:59:43: wonders why Spot is so obsessed with my oldest, lumpiest, stainedest pillow.
  
• 09:59:51: Going to the bathroom, the library, and my midwife appointment. In that order.
  
• 16:57:54: AHHHHHHHHHH. This baby is hammering to be let out of the cage like a rabid gorilla.
  
• 18:17:55: Spot is pawing at the poster of Worf. When I told him Worf doesn't like him, he hung his head.
  
• 20:44:16: is quite a sleepy bobbin. Bedtime.
  
• 21:11:06: Remind me to not romp and frolic with Spot in future. Can't get my breath back now thanks. :-(
  

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I HAVE FLANNEL.

I can't FIND the flannel.

This is really annoying.

Especially considering how meticulously I labelled all my boxes in the sewing closet. The only one that has "flannel" on it refers to shirting flannel.

Most, most distressing.

I know I cut up a lot of the smaller bits into quilt squares. But I also know I had at least one larger piece that I didn't do that with.

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I still can't find my flannel. I'm so disturbed.

Instead, I've been picking around on some unfinished projects. Sewed up two skirts, that do not have the tops cut out yet that are supposed to be attached to them, and part of a baby dress top, and was going to be grand and heroic and finish this apron I started years ago and I'm remembering now why I put it aside with such disgust and disdain. It involves way too much ripping out of stitches for my liking. No further comment. It's about to be relegated to the box whence it came for another five years or so.

And now I'm going to go read for a while. But I better put all my boxes back in the closet first.