I sliced my finger open yesterday at work, while I was moving boxes around. My finger got caught on the metal clasp of a manila folder. It bled and bled. Lame.
TC is awesome, and when I say awesome, I mean super duper awesome. For reals. I had a migraine last night and randomly burst into tears from exhaustion and pain, and he held me. What a man! Not lame.
I've been sewing for myself a lot lately. I'm planning on posting photos of my projects someday. I find trying on my creation and pulling out the camera a hassle. I'm lame.
My sister started a blog, which I am excited about. The blogging world needs to know that she's cool. Lame that the blogging world doesn't already know.
Our good friends moved, and we're sad. And lonely. And sad. But we're going to see them this weekend, so that's not lame.
Lame-4; Not Lame-2