Thank goodness it's Friday, it feels like the longest week of my life.
I can only hope the weekend feels equally long (and yet I doubt it...)
I did meet Stephanie Neilsen, but I didn't get a picture with her. I couldn't ask her, after making a complete fool of myself. I did tell her I love her, then I started babbling. And not the "okay" sort of babbling, the "I used words like my mom's boobs" sort of babbling.
There is seriously something wrong with me.
I think it's pregnancy hormones that make me crazy.
My only consolation in that NieNie seemed pretty distracted during my craziness and maybe didn't catch me saying "Becky Pitcher, I'm Becky Pitcher" like four times.
Also, when I told my mom she laughed until she cried.
But I plan on a completely NON-crazy weekend starting with relaxing on this couch, with this quilt and Olfie (who is wearing my scooter helmet) and a piece of pumpkin pie and my husband and watching General Conference while trying to decide what baby-things I can make these pretty fabrics into.
Thanks grandma for the fabrics! And thanks SmittenKitchen for the most delicious pie recipe ever.
I hope you all have a great weekend, and watch Conference since it will be awesome and inspiring.
(And feel free to tell me some of your horribly embarrassing moments so I can stop feeling so blasted foolish.)