I won't show the crocheting project today . . . it's too depressing . . . I've started over twice, unraveled rows several times . . . my neck hurts . . . I have a cramp in my left hand . . . I had to do something else . . . Let's see . . .
Oh, yes, I'll restack the plastic bags in the cabinet . . . It's one of those pesky jobs that needs to be done . . . like NEVER!
And by the way, those yellow cardstock sheets taped to the bottom of the cabinet were put there by my son who's into feng shui . . . I have no idea what it means, but I'll have to ask him about balancing my chi to see if the crocheting improves . . .
And then, my son John said I needed a feng shui cure in the "Fame" section of my cubicle at work. Apparently, I needed to introduce more red into the area. Now, I have a bling-y red sign that proclaims how fabulous I am, just in case anyone had any doubt . . .
It's so nice to have a feng shui expert in the family . . .
