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Hmm.
Work is, as ever, my favorite refuge. Someone on Etsy commissioned a coyote mask. I'm so glad they did because I loved making it.
I almost gave it a name; "Trickster". But I stopped myself. It's just "Coyote".
Is everyone getting good & sick of my mask pictures? I feel like everyone is getting good & sick of my mask pictures.
A monumental snowstorm is supposed to hit us on Friday night. The Weather Channel is using the words "Buffalo" and "bullseye" in the same sentence. It doesn't look good for us. I wish I could enjoy it all (I love the silent, slow disaster that is a heavy snowstorm...there's nothing quite so cozy and exciting at the same time; getting snowed-in on a lazy weekend) but my Mom is too stubborn to hire a person to clear her freaking LONG driveway and is going to need to be dug out or something equally fun, & I suspect I'll be the one doin' the diggin'.
I wonder why the f*** I've suddenly stopped having fun? *honestly puzzled*
Work is, as ever, my favorite refuge. Someone on Etsy commissioned a coyote mask. I'm so glad they did because I loved making it.
I almost gave it a name; "Trickster". But I stopped myself. It's just "Coyote".
Is everyone getting good & sick of my mask pictures? I feel like everyone is getting good & sick of my mask pictures.
A monumental snowstorm is supposed to hit us on Friday night. The Weather Channel is using the words "Buffalo" and "bullseye" in the same sentence. It doesn't look good for us. I wish I could enjoy it all (I love the silent, slow disaster that is a heavy snowstorm...there's nothing quite so cozy and exciting at the same time; getting snowed-in on a lazy weekend) but my Mom is too stubborn to hire a person to clear her freaking LONG driveway and is going to need to be dug out or something equally fun, & I suspect I'll be the one doin' the diggin'.
I wonder why the f*** I've suddenly stopped having fun? *honestly puzzled*
