That would be me. Today Andrew chose to make a softie from a library book we had requested. He was to tired to bake. Why, because he had been up twice with a bad dream. So therefore, Marc and I had been up as well. Then when I finally fell asleep again, the cat had got into our room and bit my toe, twice. This is why he is kept out of everyone’s room while we sleep. I guess he gets lonely, needs attention, who knows what. I do know that I swore I’d bite his toe today, during one of his many cat-naps. Well all this lead to Mom being a crabby crafter today. Here are the results: