This morning we (and by we, I mean the whole neighborhood) were rudely awakened at 6:45am by a car alarm somewhere in the neighborhood. By 10am I was heading out my front door with baseball bat in hand, determined to find this offending car and shut it up for good. Luckily, I stumbled over a package on my stoop.
Yarn Harlot saves the day...And my would-be legal fees.
By the way the alarm is still going off, but I don't care so much.
Oh, and the canteen bag in it's neglected state.
Hey, Carma and Cari, let me know the plans for this weekend so we can coordinate with Jen.