If the measure of a weekend is
how tight your pants are on Monday morning,
then this past weekend was simply splendid . . .
If it's how much
on your lengthy to-do list,
not so much.
But I was able to cross off one item:
Vocabulary Lesson No. 26, Susan M. Hinckley, 2011, 10.5"x6.5"
One of the great things about being me is that if you suddenly find yourself in need of a toy-sized vintage silver fork, you can find one in your closet. That's also one of the bad things about being me.
We once set the all-time box count record for our movers. Due in part, I'm sure, to my habit of acquiring things like toy-sized vintage silver forks with no particular purpose in mind (for the record, I had three to choose from).
The problem is, every now and then I need something like that and when I can put my hands on it with very little effort, it does nothing but reinforce my natural pack-rat tendencies.
Couple that with the fact that I'm obviously
going to be dieting my way back into my black pants
(YET AGAIN) for the St. Paul show,
and I'd say it's a pretty clear indication
that I'm not going to become a better person
ps. Here's a link to something spectacular
that just might make your Monday . . . it did mine!