Yes it is Monday.
I can't find my sewing scissors and I want to sew.
I had to take Amber out to finish getting all of her crap done for Europe.
It is hotter then heck.
Did I mention that I can't find my sewing scissors?
Today is my 38th Birthday. So far today I have cleaned out the litter boxes, done laundry, ran the children around, lost my sewing scissors, and most of all I am missing my dad.
My dad was born on June 19th. For as long as I can remember I would always celebrate my birthday with my dad.
My father was in jail the night I was born. This is a true white trash story.
While my mom was in labor with me, my dad went to have a drink. He got arrested for drunk and disorderly. My mom bailed him out of jail on his birthday. It also happened to be fathers day.
I need to go get busy. I am just going to have to break out the quilting stuff so that I can cut some material. I bought this really cool material and I so want to get a curtain made today. Is that to much to ask?