Color me pissed

*Nothing* has gone right lately.

DMC 321 apparently does have dye lots.

So does Rainbow Gallery Fuzzy Stuff. Shit also makes me itch.

The Post Office counter monkys are not only tragically stupid, they insist on inflicting themselves upon me, even when I do everything in my power to avoid them. Which also brings up the fact Click ‘n Ship, hates me too. But most days I can at least get that to work. With the bonus I can sit here and drink a beer while dealing with it.

Customer service has been killed, buried, dug up, dismemebered, burned and re-buried at a cross-roads.

I broke the ceiling fan in the guest room with a piece of a bed that I’ve been trying to pawn off on my mother for a year now. (Try to make sense of that one, if you succeed let me know, I still can’t figure it out.)

My sewing machine still hates me and is actively trying to kill me.

Dh is mad at me because I didn’t like what he bought me for Mother’s Day. Even though he told me before he gave it to me “I’m not sure if you’ll like it”. Too bad; I’m not going to lie.

And while I have been stitching my fingers off, I can’t show any of it because I still have to get the finished items to their recipients.

Wait! Not entirely true… I did this up for Whiz (I’d had the idea for a while, but when I saw the little blurb in the scroll box on The Wagon, I knew it was meant for her.)

I charted the little Green Guy all by myself. Go ahead laugh, I did. What the hell, it’s just a little towel that’s meant to be a day brightener. It ain’t Art baby… Although I do have to say the letters to seem large and friendly (those came from a baby sampler 😀 ).