Well, you would think I would know better than to mow my own lawn...what with all the mold and fungiii.....as I was mowing, I noticed how many mushrooms were growing under the knee high grass as I plowed it down (ok - it was only shin-high in some places...but being only 5'1", on a good day, it is plausible).
Well, needless to say, Sunday night I was starting to get stuffy. Monday I was having a hard time breathing. By Tues, I had to call my dr and see if they could send drugs. Weds - Fri - passed in a drug-enduced stupor. (Granted, I did watch a few fireworks on TV from NY...then spent a few hours in the office today...) but most of the time, I was fighting whooping-cough-like spasms. So bad that I could not knit. Kept dropping stitches.
Speaking of stitches, I had these five pieces of stitched material mocking me every time I crawled into the den. They kept saying, please...put me together.
Well tonight I succumbed to the call of the wild. I put my first bear together. While I was not feeling up to grabbing the camera, my new little guy convinced me to leverage my photo booth.
Ain't he the cutest? I am thinking he needs some clothes...