Nurses and Janitors define "wee bit" way differently than the rest of us.

This purple gorgeousness arrived broken in last week's bead shipment.  So naturally I am going to alter it, bead it with this funkalicious green and make something purdy.  Maybe even pretty. 

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A new beady friend is coming over for a play day tomorrow (yay!).   Of course I put my foot down with my imaginary maid and told her the glass studio WOULD BE CLEAN by 5pm.  So she made me do it.  While she laughed and laughed. 

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I once ran out of periwinkle, my most favoritest staple of stapley colors.  It took over a week to get any in and by then I was curled up in a fetal position on the front porch.  Now every time I use a rod I order another pound.

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I even got my frit straight. At one point this shelving unit was a total fritaholic, now it's just a fritaho. 

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In other news, I had this thing that has required much of my time for the past weeks.  Time spent going to appointments and showing up early and nervously waiting and then going into a room and doing more  waiting and then having the ever so thoughtful nurses (or janitors for all I know. I'm the one wearing paper gown)  pop in to tell me it would only be a wee bit longer.  Then when I was actually knee high in mid-procedure I started to think the waiting part was the good part and ohdearLord can we please be finished now?
And you know what internets?  All of that waiting and proceduring was to ultimately confirm that I don't have Cancer.  S to the Q to the U to the E to the E to the E.  Exclamationpoint Exclamationpoint Exclamationpoint

Thank you again, God.  You are far too good to me.

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