Yesterday my husband was kind enough to tell me that I had finally reached the speed limit age. No, not 65-the lower one. Yuck.
Anyway, age is an attitude and mine is a smart-ass 40. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
I've already messed up on my goals for this year so I'm starting over. I figure that's better than giving up, right? I have got to get in gear so I can make a profit this year. I don't know what's going to happen with the WC so I'm going to work as if the quilting will be my only livlihood. I'm not going to include DH's salary; that' a given.
See ya later.