Yup, it’s back. What I call “The Season of Me.” No, not me personally, the other mes out there. About mid-November people change around here and start getting really mean and selfish and it’s just not in stores – it’s also driving. DC/MD/Northern VA driving can be scary normally, but this time of year it’s worse. This year, I have a bit more of an excuse to not have to brave the traffic and the stores. Six weeks ago, when shopping with my girls at the craft store for art supplies for a school project, Maggie pointed to the right with an exclamation of, “Mommy, look!” and right after I looked, she stopped and in order for me to not bowl her over, I had to stumble my way around her and twisted my foot up the curb. Ouch. I put ice on it the first day. Heat the next two. It turned lots of pretty colors but then turned back to it’s normal color. It ached now and again but when I did the Book Fair and was on my feet for 12 hours at a time it started to hurt quite a bit and swelled a little. Then I couldn’t walk without limping and some new burning shooting pain started. Hrm.

Today, my family chased me to the doctor. I waved to Jenni hard at work doing cool thermal stuff on my way there and then sat in the doctor’s office and did some stitching until it was my turn. The doc poked at my foot, tugged on my toes and compared one foot to the other. She told me I was stubborn for waiting so long to come in and then for refusing pain meds because it doesn’t hurt that badly that often. (Besides, I choke down enough pills a day as it is. Bleh!) So she bustled me off to radiology to have an x-ray taken and told me to keep off of it and that she’ll call me back once radiology sends her the results. So I packed my stuff up, hopped in the car and waved to Jenni again as I headed over to get my foot x-rayed. I made some more Xs while I waited. Have I mentioned that those plates they use are COLD? So after being poked, prodded and frozen, I hobbled home and crashed on the sofa and prodded Scott into entertaining me by playing Half-Life 2. I did some more stitching and realized the humor of what I had stitched for the day. Those two candy canes are the letter “r” in the word “merry” however the phrase, “Be err…” had me giggling earlier today and has me giggling now. And before anyone asks, that white doo-dad is a snowflake.

I have another stitchy picture around here somewhere, too. It’s Candice Dillhoff’s “Mermaid Thinking” charted by Heaven and Earth Designs. It was a birthday present from Sonya and I worked on her over Thanksgiving as part of the Holiday/Mermaid HAED SAL. If you don’t know what all those letters mean, you probably don’t want to know. Here’s my big blue-eyed sparkly thinking girl… now with some hair! There’s another SAL at the end of December and I hope to be able to give her some more hair then, but P&Ds are calling loudly!