Row: Lost count.
Lavendersheep is doing her best to bust out my sweater. It's looking pretty good, but she's sooo busy that I thought I'd help by posting for her. I think she's working on the front. Between catatonic fits of insanity and jittery fits of silent mumbling, it's hard to figure out where she is. I like to think she's in a state of calm. Inner peace. But that's destroyed when sheer panic exudes from her pores.
But hey, in the words of American Idol, she's cute, and that's all that matters. Forget that sharp note, you'll be fine.
Seriously, she's doing good. I see no TMK for her. For me, on the other hand, I may wake to a knitting needle in my back for this tongue-in-cheek post. I get what I deserve. :)