Sprung

I think I may have spring fever.

I found myself looking at pressure canners yesterday.

I have nothing to can. Well, eggs, maybe.

("pleh" and "ew")

I tried crocheting (compulsively)

After that, some

sewing

baking,

a little gardening

some reorganizing.

Then.

I planned and executed the hands and knees scrubbing of all non-carpeted floors.

And ENJOYED it.

AAGGGH!

Time to remove Martha Stewart's hot breath from off my neck.

There is always the quick fix.

Creedence, and Argent - to help me not feel so much like a soccer mom.

Miles Davis, and James Taylor - to help me put my feet up.

Ahhh. That's better.

Thanks guys.