So, my husband gets a phonecall yesterday afternoon from his boss saying that he was sorry that it was short notice, but there is something he really needed my hubby to do - what you might ask? Go to Cananda. For a week. Leaving on Sunday. Less than 48 hrs notice, and my husband is gone for a week. Gone. Sigh. Life is a sometimes just like a merry go round. Did I ever mention I get sick on merry go rounds?
So far we have Brownies, and two new projects cast on in the last 24 hours. I'm not stressed at all.
OOOHHHMMM (Boot to the head) OOOOHHHHMMMMMM
Wish me luck!