41 down...

...and six to go. Dance pants that is.

All the scapulars, rosaries, and chaplets made it to their destinations by Easter (all except one chaplet which slipped out of a hole in the package the Postal Service created -- sad face), and now the only thing that's keeping me away is six pairs of dance pants.

I won't go to bed tonight until they are finished. I'm putting my German on, as my mother says.

Hoping to see you tomorrow, with March's 12 / year, and looking forward to getting back to leaving comments all over the inter webs.