The poor things are being so neglected. Our sitter, a wonderful woman who works at Posh Place, has been ill and the doors aren't getting done*. Which is actually okay since I have a deadline here at work. Which makes me ask, why am I posting?
Procrastination. It's like guilt you make yourself.
*by me. Mr. Spock is diligently door-knocking.
Through My Glasses, Dorkily
1 year ago