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It’s another uber-cleaning adventure. I am freecycling some dressers and linens, a futon frame– I’m ashamed to admit that I have too much stuff in my house.
Who has too much stuff?
Guess I answered that question on my own. Finally put in some long waiting orders for fibery stuff. It’s about time that we started building up some stock. Matt wants me to find some Polar Lights distributors for his side of the shop– hmph! Like I don’t have enough to do? Like somehow four extra hours just appears on my clock and not his– just kidding– I know his time is limited too, but it’s peeving me that I’m booted off of the computer in the middle of my work just so that he can go “work” on his website and check the forums he’s involved in. Then when I finally get the computer back (when he’s sleeping) I have to open up everything that I had opened, start working on it all, and run his cyber errands? It’s just frustrating.
Then he complains because I go to bed later than he does.
If Matt weren’t my beloved husband you can bet he’d have his share of pokes from my knitting needles.
Here’s a picture of my little princess.
With her cake:
Enjoying her one of her birthday gifts:
