All the exhaustion of Christmas Eve, minus the wrapping paper

This week is kicking my ASS, people. It's damn near 11:30 p.m. and I just finished altering a shirt and jacket for Oldest Son's Blues Brothers costume. Well, not tailor-altering; ghetto-altering. The shirt, I just folded up the bottom and ran a seam the whole way around; the jacket, I folded the sleeves up under … Continue reading All the exhaustion of Christmas Eve, minus the wrapping paper