In happier news I've won the battle with my sewing machine. I've tamed it into submission and it is now doing my will. I'm going to attempt a couple of skirts for Mexico. I realized my wardrobe is Mexico inappropriate. My shirts are too tight (though, really, not much I can do about that. . .), the skirts and shorts too short and all of my baby doll dresses give me the appearance of being pregnant. So, I may need to buckle down and go modest for a few days. Bah.
In an ideal world mornings would be like a Soul Train Line Dance.