Sometimes, there just aren’t enough swear words.

Before I start my rantings, I want to wish a very Happy Birthday to the Baroness Ida von Blitzenstein. Be sure to wish her one as well.

Also, the Rev. Dark Wombat brought a couple of new exchange students by the house last night after archery. They weren’t ready.

Bright Golden Bead.

Victory Well.

Now that I have all of the fun stuff out of the way, I get to bitch about my own stupidity. Do you ever have those moments when you expect that you’ve done something completely? Or if not completely, then damn near it? Maybe short by one or two? Yeah, that’s what I thought about these mugs that I’ve been making. I thought I was done, maybe short by ten. I’m short 66 mugs. When I found this out, there just weren’t enough curses to express how I was feeling. So, today I am heading to Lippincottonia to make mugs this morning. Then, I’m going to history. Then, back to mugs. I have 36 hours to make 66 mugs. Why 36 hours? Because they have to be dry enough to go in the bisque that is firing on Friday, so that they can be glazed and loaded into the gas kiln that is firing Monday morning. Crunch time? I apparently didn’t really know what crunch time was before yesterday.

In addition to the new mugs, I’ve got an article due today before noon, a leadership presentation due before midnight, a history paper due Friday morning, a 300+ page portfolio due on Tuesday, and Batman only knows what else due for Leadership. Who needs a holiday based around eating a lot of food? This guys does.

He also needs to get to work. Have a great day. More soon. ~SC