I just got home. I seem to have a stomach bug which is muchos unpleasantos, I thought I might be alright after a sit down and a bland ham sammich lunch. I really regret the sammich.
I am teetering on the edge of a fever and I have this idea that a bath will make me well again. In a moment I am going to have said bath, follow it up with some napping and then I expect to be once again a picture of health.
The baby quilts are coming on nicely I was somewhat set back last night when I couldn't find my rotary cutter. I searched for it in all the normal places, then in random places and then it turned up in a vege bin full of plastic toys.
Such is my life.
Point of Fashion: karma must be angry with me. I'm wearing the 'for good luck rub my tummy' tshirt
Current Obsession: bath