My dad is driving me crazy, actually to the point of wanting to move to Alaska, and if the price of gas were't too high I just might. He still hasn't moved here, our new target date was to be Thanksgiving weekend. Then he called, can't do it, he wants to stay there. Tonight he called and now he wants to move here, again.
And I wonder why I have a headache.
Musings about what I do with my natural, compost, and rust dyed fabrics, ribbons, and fibers.
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