I've gotten quite a few messages saying I'm driving people crazy with the waiting for Friday. *g* Well, I'm pretty excited about it and I hope you'll think it's as cool as I do when the time comes.
But never fear. Though I am reveling in the anticipation of a big reveal, the anxiety cuts both ways. See, I'm not the only person involved in this project, and it involves waiting on my part, too. Which I have been doing since Monday. To the point of constantly staying logged into my e-mail and pouncing on any new message as it arrives.
So far, nothing, but I imagine those of you in this hemisphere might hear my "squeeeee" when what I'm waiting for comes through.
Until then, patience, young Grasshopper...
(Oh, and I didn't make it over to the workshop last night, partly because I was miffed at my MIL and had to go have a nice vent with the other good ladies at the BabyCenter carseats board, and partly because I decided to skim through my DVR'd episode of Dancing With the Stars and see who got the boot. And then I got sucked in by The Deadliest Catch - now THAT's reality TV. But I'll be a good girl tonight.)
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