The other day, I opened the doll cabinet and she jumped out and tried to bite my leg! Ok, she fell off the shelve and landed on the floor. I'm not quit sure if she's a bride or what. Made out of paper mache and her hands, feet and head are way out of size for the body. Or maybe she has the mumps.
I'm getting all stressed out getting the house cleaned up to sell it. Where did all that stuff come from? We've already taken 2 car loads to the charity shop and tossed a bunch of junk away. And I've taken stuff to my shop (I don't need to pack bias tape), still more to do. I had to have the plumber come by on Monday to fix a leaky toilet, thank the gods I didn't need to buy a new one. Wish us luck!