Wallace has barely moved from his hidey hole since yesterday. Poor trauma kitty.
I learned to screenprint yesterday, sort of. Well, not really. Wain burned the screens himself at his work, and while I did a few (and some of those turned out pretty well), it just seemed much faster and easier if Wain cranked out most of them. He's a pro and I have wimpy noodle arms. I doubt I physically would have been able to do all those myself anyway.
Hey, Eric and I will be celebrating 10 years of happy fun together tomorrow. Unmarried-couple-type people: What do you consider your anniversary? First date? First kiss? First time you discovered your significant other crouching in the bushes beneath your bedroom window? Do you even celebrate one?
We arbitrarily decided on our first kiss a long time ago. That kiss seemed to seal the deal more than anything else, and anyway, we needed to set aside a day each year for spending too much money on dinner. I'm curious how the rest of you do it.
That's all, really. I think I'm going to post lightly for the rest of the week so I can give my proper attention to these holidays. Bye! Bye forever!