I didn't sleep well to begin with thinking about the discrepancy in a paper order for my kits and trying to figure it out. Then, we got an upsetting phone call from a dear friend followed by too much coffee!
I know that most things that appear out of our control are not worth the worry, but it seems that is what I do best. My mother was a worrier and I seem to have inherited this trait from her.
I am off for some much needed scrap therapy. I might as well try to accomplish something over which I do have some control.
I need some cheese with my whine!