This might be endearing due to the little Fledgling hijacking, but the truth is, after two watches… this song is in my bones.

Where are my Spoons??!

This is a couple years old. I took it for posterity. This was my face when I was given a moment to get things in order before being handcuffed, packed into a squad car, and carted to the Ayer precinct police station where I was booked for – wait for it – missing Jury Duty.

That’s right, if you don’t show up when you’re supposed to, they might randomly decide to fuck you in the ass. Thank god for the generous and kind police officer who actually did the arresting. It was quite a pleasant experience. Wish I had a copy of my mug shot, I was laughing in it.

Not by the time this was taken though…as you can see in this shot, I’d been bawling my eyes out. Things took a turn for the silly when I was watching the world go by in the back of a squad car and thought of old high school pals from Ayer seeing me go by and thinking, “Wow, Caitlin’s hit bottom.”

Hilarious.

One of only two quilts I’ve ever actually finished…thus far anyway. I feel inclined to make a quilt for everyone I love. Something about keeping a person warm, even if I’m not there…

This one hangs somewhere in my father’s home now, which is ironic given that the man is NOT the hang a quilt on the wall type, and knowing that I made it to keep the man warm… Seems gift of the Magi like if you ask me, but I took it as serious affection when I discovered it was displayed. The thing has yet to keep a damn person warm save for me when I was slaving over the thing with it piled in my lap for days on end.

Aaah, the satisfaction of completion. Even if it warms only a wall, I fucking made the shit out of that!