behold, the Post-It flag, in all it's glory...
Melly has loaned me her girl-child's stripity stockings for use as a shop sample. These just went up Thursday, so if you need to fondle them to talk yourself into the yarn, by all means, do drop by.
Lastly, a new customer brought her 'baby' in for a wee bit of shopping. His name is Spot, he's a bit short of leg, and is five months old. Super cute. Just had to share him. Do NOT go get another damn chihuahua. Yes, Aliya. I'm talking to you.
Now I'm off to watch the mens spread the tar on the parking lot across the street. Ooh. No I'm not. It's crackville over there. I think I need to go wash my eyes, instead. Ugh.
p.s. My crazy Aunt in Alabama has started a blog. I believe it's some sort of therapy. I would counter that mayhap it's too late, but go take a peek. Funny, terrible stuff. From the mind of an evil genius... and blood relative.
2 comments:
I'da stole that dog and just snuffled him up real good. Then put him back in that satchel he was a ridin' in.
I don't want you anywhere near anything I've done if you've got a fistful of post-it flags!
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