I woke up being able to see all the veins in my hands. I don't think that's good. They've receded now, but I don't know if that anemia related or freezing cold related. Still. Scary.

I get to spend today looking for my mom's birthday present. I bought her birthday present before anything else: two tickets to see the Irish Rovers in March. I have the receipt. The tickets? No clue. I'm a little bit afraid I may have thrown them away. For the past few weeks, I've had a newspaper spread on my kitchen table so I could bead her Christmas present. WHen I was done, I crumpled it up and threw it away. There's a chance the tickets might have been underneath. I am not happy.

Wish me luck.

And, while you're at it, Tell me what I do well. Link me, and I'll do the same for you.