Stink Eye

Stink eye. I was never really sure what those words meant, but here it's pretty clear. We were enjoying a book and a nice fire, but someone was trying to snap photos with her other hand, and someone else made a noise, and for heaven's sake can't anyone get a good nap around here?

Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda Department. I didn't realize yesterday was a big milestone. If I had, of course, I would have tried harder. I would have spent days fretting about something milestone-ish. The Panetonne Project was an emergency blip at the end of a dull day. In fact, I almost missed an entry for the big event, a supreme irony after all these many years.