...fail to realize that time is a finite being and that there is a sad reality in it's definitiveness? I tend to view my days in terms of a Hefty garbage bag into which I can stuff and Stuff and STUFF work and puppies and kids and activities and it will stretch to accomodate my copious needs. Sadly, it is more of a steel vault that soundly slams and locks its door when it is quite done with me. And my brain is aware of this, somewhere in it's deepest darkest recesses. It merely has not yet accepted this.
And thus, I apologize for the lack of shop updates. So shoot me. They are coming. Eventually. Today, I hope.
Since time is ticking, I will only leave you with picks of cuteness so searing you may have to visit the eye doctor.