Mendy had a random wish to “visit the graveyard” in her final trimester. Morbid, but okey dokey.

Before she could explore the catacombs, she went into labor. Continue reading…
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Mendy had a random wish to “visit the graveyard” in her final trimester. Morbid, but okey dokey. ![]() Before she could explore the catacombs, she went into labor. Continue reading… The weather was beautiful, I’ll say that! And there are certainly worse ways to spend a day than sitting outside, knitting and chatting and making the occasional foray down the block for treats and espresso. (I wasn’t feeling super great, but hey, enough Dayquil will take care of anything.) Neither I nor my . . . → Read More: Street Fair, Day 1 Somehow, I doubt that Dr. Chill is a medical doctor. I’m thinking Dr. Chill probably has a PhD in something like Comparative Religion or Contemporary Anthropology. It’s not too hard to confuse a chicken. (After all, this is an animal with a brain the size of a lentil.) Just change something! Anything! For example, I recently changed their ramp. From a now-mostly-rotten and utterly concave slab of particle board to a nice fresh and tidily straight length of cedar. They . . . → Read More: How To Confuse A Chicken I am trying not to FREAK OUT at how slowly the knitting is going on these. The deadline is fast approaching. And I won’t be able to work on them this weekend, because I’m sitting in on a table at a crafts fair here in Mount Vernon. (We’ll be in front of the Tattered . . . → Read More: Super-Slow Selbuvotter Mittens |
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