Just when you think that your day is crap, that only crappy, vicious, mean-spirited, cranky people that can’t read and/or follow rules- are going to stumble across your path (and you can’t tell them where exactly they can shove their attitude, because, unfortunately, that is the one thing that doesn’t fall under your job description- and by the way IS there a job where you can tell folks to go to hell? because I’m totally interested just let me know where to forward my resume) and that huge, steaming, heaping piles of crap that you have no control over are just going to be flying your way all the live long day- and that all you can seem to write are ill-crafted, run-on sentences- then you get this:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaah. Suddenly, day not so much like crap any more and much more like chocolate-covered rainbows carried by glitter-encrusted butterflies.
This is a little blanket I made for Ashlyn AGES ago from my grandmother’s pattern. And see, it is actually going to good use. Notice the sleeping child- does she look chilly to you? No- to the contrary- she is delightfully cozy and tranquil and… dare I say- chubbilicious.
Yeah, I helped enhance her peacefulness. Life is good.
