Help . . . I'm Losing My Stripes!

I used to have a sign with a drawing of a zebra. His black stripes were unwinding and landing in puddles at his feet.

Underneath or to the side - I forget - were these words:
"I'm so stressed my stripes are falling off."

In one move or another the sign landed on the Missing in Action list.

I NEED that sign because that's how I feel today. It lets me know I'm not the only one who's ever felt this way. Someone else made it through the stress and lived to laugh about it.

To top it off, we're having some work done INSIDE our house. Less than two weeks before Christmas! What moron scheduled that?

Ummm . . . the moron in question shall remain nameless unless I decide to fess up.

Anyway, there's not much writing going on around here. Mostly I'm keeping dogs away from men at work. And freaking because I've not yet wrapped the first gift. Not. One. Freaking. Gift.

At least the gifts are bought. The cards are mailed. The tree is up - along with the lights and other decorations. But it's bare and lonely beneath our beautiful tree.

As soon as the workers are done, I'm raiding the closet in the guestroom and beginning a marathon wrapping session.

In the meantime, I'll continue to spend a little bit of time on my WiP. One page at a time.

I might be a turtle, but I'm a Christmas turtle. I've rigged a stem of mistletoe over my head.

Hey...a woman's gotta do what a woman's gotta do.