I've never been so excited to see Dr. Phil flash those judgmental eyes at me! Because if he's flashing, it means I'm not in the car. Oh thank you Doc! You are so right, you can't teach a drowned possum how to swim.
In this shittiest of shitty weeks, I managed to find a couple nuggets of Glee. I picked up another coffee mug that looks like a paper cup. For some unexplained reason, I love these cups. I not sure how I'd add to the collection. Maybe if they released a 80's McDonald's coffee cup. Fat chance, huh?
I started ripped strips for Gus' big boy quilt. I've decided that I'm just going to hodge-podge it up & rip different widths, cut random blocks & sew them all together. After doing a little bit of research (anyone recommend a good How-to Quilt Book?), quilting demands an understanding of color. I don't really feel like trying to understand one more thing, so I'm sticking with these colors: Reds, Greens, Black & White. I should be OK. Right? Maybe toss in some orange? Who am I kidding, it's going to look like a rainbow puked all over his bed. Another bright note of the week, I got the Tattoo fabric very early this morning.
Here's a goal for the weekend, Finish the Ribby sleeves! If I write it down, it has to happen. That's what Oprah says.
Have a fabulous weekend. I demand a lovely post about school letting out or the mischievous adventure of B & V.
p.s. Anyone else cry when Jim walked in on Pam's interview?