I.Hate.My.Life. What is this? This is not the life I want. BLEAH! The countdown to moving day begins and my family has turned into supremo a**holes. As if they weren't already. If I didn't resemble my parents I could totally concince myself that I am adopted. Really. I had intended to tell you all about the lovely quilt show I attended on Sunday with my grandma but I'm in a horrible mood and it's about to hail and thunder or something so I will save the wearable fabric art fashion show and the flower power applique for another time. I saw a gorgeous quilt that was selling for $1000. Here comes the storm--must go.