Scribble and Scrambles ~ I'll See Your Challenge, XTA

So apparently some readers think I'm way too into the grand dogs and have gone so far as to loan out their children to pep up my life.

Thanks...but not so much.

In light of the need to get a more interesting and exciting life, I decided to devote the first Saturday in months wherein I did not have to leave the house until after dark to a creative day.

Yes, I should have done many, many other things. I should have written a few articles to send out for possible publishing...this would have pleased my accountant. He said something along the lines of "make money this year...blah, blah...playing around with a hobby...blah, blah....professional...blah, blah, blah."

I could have thrown together a proposal for three non-fiction ideas I have (which would probably have pleased me in some primitive part of my brain).

I should have cleaned a few closets, organized a few shelves, scrubbed some cupboards (which would have pleased the entire household, the dogs = stale cereal as treats, the others when not having to play "Guess the Gunk" with leftover containers). I did do a few loads of laundry. But the rest of the day was invested in making jewelry.

Oh, I didn't just make it. I was a woman possessed graduating on to greater strength magnifying eyeglasses and stopping only for a peanut butter sandwich when I couldn't stand one more stomach growl. My fingers are sore, my back is hunched, but the jewelry is done, Dude.