All fancy in my sling and just hanging out with my friends.Actually the truth is I am trying desperately not to go up the wall. My hands have been empty for the past week. What is it that non-makers do? Are they unhappy... cranky... lonely? I have to admit the highlight of the day was having all four of us pile into the hairdressers to be processed at the same time. I swear we came out better people.
