Blanket Watch!!

Maaaaaaannnn...

Ya'll, I was looking CRAZY last night.

I finished this baby blanket last night at 12:22 a.m.:

It is hard to tell, but it is green and white.

I threw that sucka into the washing machine, thinking "I'ma close my eyes for a minute, and I will listen out for the wash to finish."

Next thing I know, it was 7:00 in the morning. LOL!! That's okay though. I threw it in the dryer for a bit, stuffed it in the gift bag and headed to work (real late at 10:00 a.m.)

I made this one for the upcoming baby of one of the Lieutenant Commanders ("Tonya") that work on my floor (an arm of the military works here with us).

I saw her walking down the hall one day back in May without her uniform on. And I snapped on her.

(I have appointed myself the Punisher of all the military on my floor. If I see anything wrong with their uniforms, I go off on them, lol.)

She whispered "I'm waiting on my maternity military uniform, LadyLee."

It took a moment to register, as there was a long *blank stare* moment between the two of us. I grabbed her hand and led her over to my desk, and let her pick out the blanket she wanted, since I had photos of a few that I was posting.

Fast forward to last week. Now, I was told by Tonya that the baby shower was on September 26th. The organizers were standing in my cubicle area, and they told me September 22nd. I was NOT happy about that. My fellow Doc, "Dr. Hazel Eyes", caught the brunt of my wrath.

*Lee jumps from chair and grabs "Dr. Hazel Eyes*

"Shawty, hold on, hold, hold up now!! Ya'll said the shower was on the 26th."
"LadyLee, no I didn't."
"Tonya said the 26th," I yelled.
"Well it's on the 22nd."
"Change it!"
"No, LadyLee. You're just going to have to speed it up a bit."

I tried to stare "Dr. Hazel Eyes" down. I even started whining REAL hard. It did NOT work. They wouldn't change the shower date. HUMPH.

But I am a MAVERICK.

I got it DONE!

They didn't want to know the sex of the baby (well, we know, but her hubby doesn't know, lol), so it had to be something neutral.

But I tell you: I am getting TOO old to be burning the midnight oil on this type of stuff. TOO OLD.

I must go take a time management class somewhere. Really!!!

~Hard sigh~

Lietennant Commander "Tonya": I stand tall, click my heels, and salute you!

Congrats in advance on the arrival of the little one:)