How embarrassing

I came out of the theatre carrying a bundle of ex-costumes [for scraps for my t-shirt] and went to get in the car in front of me. Then I thought I should put these on the back seat and went to open the rear door. Then I realised that our car doesn't have a rear door. Then I realised that it wasn't our car. So I swiftly moved on to the one my Dad was sat in. Vair embarrassing.

Kath has a problem with my saying vair, so I can't say it. To her. Vair annoying. Well, not really, that was just for effect.

And I had my picture taken, which I was not too pleased about. Today was not a good day to take my picture. Grrrr.

I have the remnants of my penis balloon in front of me. Allow me to explain. When we went bowling in York, we found lots of balloon shapes and whatnot. On the bus my hat broke, and the pink balloon became my penis. Oh, the hilarity. Then it popped. Further hilarity. When we got back we played BANG!, and pushed the red button, which started flashing, so naturally I legged it.

Oh, and a t-shirt update: I had nearly finished it but with the twin needle broken, I decided to save the bottom hem for later. And I've not done anything since. Except find some groovy fabric at FLT.