I puke; therefore I am...

I have been working all day on trying to get linings and details sewn up on my handfelted bags. Fun Nazi: "No fun for you!" The fun was the felting. Measuring linings for irregularly sized pieces and sewing them by hand sucks donkey-shlongers.

Now that I am somewhat delirious and wanting to go bed, Baxter decided to get all existential on me and prove that he does indeed exist...by vomiting on the foot of bed. Do I have a clean set of sheets? Um, that would be a negative. Do I feel like doing laundry this late? That would also be a negative. I'm going back to handsewing and then it looks like I'm going to lull myself to sleep to the smell of old baked potatoes...