Tonight I was planning on working on a fun purse I"m doing and put up a picture of the finished project.
Made what was supposed to be a flying trip to the nearest Menards (60 miles one way) for soffit material so I had it on hand if my contractor ever shows up (somehow the wrong stuff got delivered).
Everything was going wonderfully until.... about halfway home in the midst of the big cell hole of no service, I blew a front tire on my truck.
Today it was in the mid 90's and the wind has been blowing like 45 mph. Still is. I poop you not.
Got the tire changed. Came home. Did my janitor job. Took a shower, and now, at 10:30 I am not sure I feel very creative. :)
Vehicles hate me...