Ove-lay, ove-lay, ove-lay

After a couple nights with about two hours worth of sleep followed by a night of almost eleven straight hours of sleep (I follow the Short One's sleep patterns and he has been sick, after all), my internal clock is completely discombobulated, and I'm wide awake at, well, it appears to be a quarter to 3:00 (am) right now. Given how dodgy my posting has been for the past couple months, I thought I'd go ahead and seize the dead fish, as my friend says ("carpe diem" to the rest of the world) and write this up. In honor of Valentine's Day, here's a delicate bracelet written in that most romantic of languages, Pig Latin. What can I say? I-yay ust-jay ave-hay o-tay e-bay e-may.

On other fronts, the SO has been practicing his scissor work by cutting out paper hearts all day. I have to say, his skills are coming along nicely, although he seems to want to combine the St. Valentine's holiday with St. Patrick's Day, as we've mostly been making green hearts.

Since I probably won't be seeing you again until Sunday, I hope you have a very nice holiday, however you spend it. Thanks for stopping in.