Someone sent me this link yesterday and it is just the Coolest. Stuff. Ever. I so want the monkeys. And the surprised kangaroo. The deer. All of it. Crocheted, people, that stuff is cro-cheted.
Other than that it's been a crazy busy couple of weeks. Mr. P is still in Louisiana getting his art on. I'm glad he's doing the project, but I'm ready for him to be home. The house refuses to clean itself, and the garden refuses to weed itself. Or grow, really, except the weeds, which grow like... uhm.... weeds. And then there's work where things just won't write themselves, data won't gather itself, reports won't complete themselves, budgets just won't balance themselves. Ah, the end of the fiscal year, sliding into the same week as one of our biggest programs of the year, in the same week that a multi-faceted complicated and important grant application is due. Why won't someone come serve me cocktails?
I did get to watch a hummingbird yesterday morning, though. It was flitting around while I was watering the plants. I'd say that was the highpoint of my week.