Since the official photographer of Every Word's a Purl is away on business AGAIN, I can't show you my finished 28thirty. Not yet anyway.
His absence has a few other notable implications:
I'm indulging in the original
Pride and Prejudice, followed by
Project Runway.
I made myself a dinner involving only vegetables and tofu. And despite my plans to have it for dinner the rest of the week, I succeeded in putting most of it away m'self.
I am leaving half empty cups of coffee all over the house.
I just realized that my yoga pants have been on backwards for a few hours.
I almost forgot about the eclipse, until
someone texted me. Now this
power ballad is stuck in my head.
So, basically, I'm a slug. How does your behavior change when your significant other hits the road?
