Morg's new pajama-jams, and feeling inside out.

We've been feeling a little inside out this week. I haven't even had the desire to work on Vintage Farm goods (which is crazy because that's my thing. It's what I do). Morgan caught something nasty and has been inside out too. Which leads to all sorts of frustrations (his and mine), often manifesting themselves in less than flattering ways. Do you have days weeks like this? Good gracious, I hope I'm not the only one. (And I hope Morg gets rid of this yucky yuck soon before we both go crazy.)

Thankfully tomorrow is Friday. And thankfully we've had comfy pajamas and leftover Easter candy to get us through. Though I'm really not much for socializing, when the weekends roll around, there is one adult-ish man I look forward to spending all of my moments with.

He's sort of short, size nine shoe-size, with particularly good looks and a chin identical to my son's. 

Yes, come tomorrow evening, we'll both be waiting at the window. And we will both be wishing Monday never has to come.