I stayed up too late last night, and then I woke up this morning with a terrible toothache. And guilt. Last night’s dinner? The last slice of cake and a glass of milk. Oh yes I did.
So, to take my mind off it (although I took a pain pill and feel better now, hurray!), I present to you:
A is for Anna-Liza. And of course, Alpaca.
B is for Mr. B, and for Bruce Willis.
C is for Chuck Norris. And Colorado and California. And CAKE!
D is for Doom.
E is for Erotic Chicken Feathers. Bwahahaha.
F is for Fiber and Felting. And Frogging and its opposite, those wonderful F.O.s.
G is for Gorgeous and Available Engineer brother.
H is for “Heathers.”
I is for Insanity. Thusly.
J is for Jellyfish.
K is for Knitting. And Darlin’ K of course.
L is for Licking the Pig. Oh, and for Lyda. Heh. Forgot myself.
M is for Monty Python. And for Moxie (Anna-Liza’s cat).
N is for Needles of Doom in all their wonderful dangerous varieties.
O is for Obsessions. Cleaning Obsession. Fiber Obsessions. Lots and lots of obsessions. “But that’s a whole other Oprah.”
P is for both Pollyannas. And for the stupid Pointy Mountains separating us. And definitely Terry Pratchett.
Q is for Quilting. And Quizzes.
R is for Mr. R and the Resident Sith Master. And Ranting. And Randomness.
S is for Second Son. And for Spinning and Sheep and Sci-Fi.
T is for Tommy, the Sith Apprentice cat.
U is for USM.
V is for Video Games and Black Valentines.
W is for Whining. And for Wining. And of course, Weirdness. Always Weirdness.
X is for EX-parrot. And Supreme EXecutive Power. Yes, I fudged. But that is the point of supreme executive power, isn’t it?! Hey, my mouth hurts, hush up.
Y is for Yarn. Lots and lots and lots of yarn.
Z is for Zombies. Which is what I feel like on this pain medication.
And Z is for ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzz which is what I want to be doing right now…