It will probably pass this time. I made an analogy tonight that passing Level 1 is like getting pregnant. It’s a little daunting, but not nearly as frightening and difficult as Level 2: actual baby. I have to knit an argyle sock, for Cripe’s sake. We won’t even talk about Level 3, mostly because I can’t figure out what’s more difficult than having a child.
Hi, Stephanie! Miss you!
This picture is a little confusing,
because it is E who is presenting a fine roll of homemade maki,
when it is indeed HER birthday today.
Two birds, one maki. Click on E for pictures from her birthday party AND the sushi and Peeps-making party.