Itchin'

I can't stand it another minute. Yesterday, I cleared off my sewing tables in the "Pit of Despair" so I could whip up a skirt. Of course, I still have to scale a mountain of---ahem---important belongings to get to the tables. But now I'm just *itching* to sew something.

First, the evil checklist:
--kids are schooled (check)
--all parties, kids, dog, cat, are fed (check)
--teeth brushed (check)
--bra on (check) *not necessary, but conveys an air of alertness, preparedness,
out-of-bededness, etc...
--dishes done (ennnngh--think Family Feud buzzer)

Ya, ya, dishes, schmishes. They can take a number. I'sa got visions to spin.