No, not the three four-legged variety that we have roaming the house. I'm talking weaver's tabby. A plain weave, you know a balanced over and under number. Well, I, Moi, in my infinite wisdom forgot to add said stinking tabby picks to my Christmas tree ornaments that I have been working on. The one I pictured a few weeks ago has the tabby, but I just forgot to add it on the subsequent tries. Der! I am the biggest pain in my own keister.
I should note that my Dearest One was in a minor fender bender tonight. A Crazed Christmas shopper with teen in tow in a red Ford Fuckus and one scuffed fender* later he's okay but he's angry to say the least.
*He discovered this morning he's missing a piece of grill too.
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