I have a blogging friend who sometimes thinks in bullets.

I sometimes think in bullets too, but I think my bullets are different than hers. Remember my bad hair day when I had to get my passport picture taken?

Anyway.

This time of year I get cagey. It’s cold in Kansas and it’s easy for me to start thinking weird thoughts if I don’t have a few hundred projects. So to keep myself in check, Ben and I organized our walk-in closet. (I smashed my finger during demolition and Ben had to do most of the work without me.) Then I painted an accent wall in my living room. Pictures to follow. Someday. Now I’m sewing more curtains to hang near the new orange brick color. Even more curtains will follow when I move to update our mud room. Porch actually. I live in an old crooked farmhouse where everything is reliably a half bubble off ‘a plumb and ain’t nobody ever heared of a mud room, so it’s a porch….

…about those bullets…

I think my sewing habit is fixin’ to get to me, cause this is what my world looks like through the eye of a needle…

   *so glad this camera has a micro function and my readers can’t see all the dishes I haven’t done

   *what happened to the make your house over in one day, days

   *since when did Khaki come in more than one color

   *why does Ben’s stash of chocolate taste better than mine

   *why did I just hide the wrapper under everything in the trash when I’ll tell him what I’ve done later anyway

   *if I start now…could I be a black belt by morning

   *sphnicker sphnicker

   *is that the litter box I smell or the my new favorite perfume

   *why do I have to dust my sewing machine’s parts along with everything else in this place

   *how long has that spider’s web been there

   *do these yoga pants make me look fat

   *what is it about grandkids that make grandparents try arm-farts before they get into the shower

Praise the Lord, and pass the ammunition.

What do your bullets look like?

Simply,

Sis