On a non-sewing related note... About a week before Christmas my husband learned about Sugar Gliders and developed a full blown obsession with them. He researched them online and visited local pet shops, and constantly talked about them. In case you're like me and not up on new pet trends, they're tiny marsupials indigenous to Austrailia and Indonesia, and I was not on board with the idea of owning one. Being the sweet guy that he is, Zack waited until the day after my birthday before he brought one home, along with a giant cage and its various accessories. Once I saw her riding around in his pocket I started to come around and asked for my turn. She slept on my snuggie while I watched tv and ate apples out of my hand, and apparently I hogged her because the next thing I knew he was bringing her sister home, who is much less laid back.
He named her Pogo and I named my lazy girl Pippi Longstocking. They're cute in a strange way, and despite their resemblance to possums, and my deep seated fear/hatred of possums, I'm now a fan.