Gah. I hate how Tourette syndrome makes me stab certain keys repeatedly and it takes forever to type stuff.
Anyway, I was home for a few days. Before I left, Cyclor 3 decided to commit suicide. By melting. Usually, Cyclor lasts a few weeks before collapsing in on himself, but in his third incarnation, it was a little less than a week. I picked up the moldy pumpkin to ceremoniously bury it in the trash can, but I didn't anticipate that half of it had turned to the consistency of diarrhea. Yeah, that wasn't fun to clean up, especially when it dripped EVERYWHERE. Jeez, Cyclor, next year you could at least stay together while rotting...
On the other hand, I'm learning to use my new sewing machine. I even bought an iron yesterday to make stuff like hemming easier. And when you're only 4'9", hemming really comes in handy. I'm making a My Little Pony tote bag.
I got this lovely shirt with a picture of the silly French soldier that says "I fart in your general direction!" I absolutely love it, and after the AGP meeting tonight, Tamara showed me her statue of the French soldier. My jaw literally dropped, and I WANT ONE!
And finally, your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.