Also, I am on my third cup of coffee. Don't look at me like that! I need it. I burnt the inner part of my upper arm ironing, and it's seriously bothersome. I simply cannot be spoken to while ironing. My distractibility is legendary.
My Genevieve came stumbling out of bed about an hour ago; clearly she'd been asleep, but she was babbling about suds and cleaning and making absolutely no sense. These Costas talk in their sleep like mad. It's pretty adorable.
A sketch I'm fairly happy with: wrapping a blanket about a cloud.
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