Thirty minutes ago I sent Ryan a text saying I was finally heading to bed. And yet I just can't quite get there. Nesting has taken hold, I think. At least in my I-want-no-NEED-to-craft-as-much-as-possible-before-I'm-sawed-in-half-and-can't-do-anything way. Here's something oober-easy and crafty and kid-aimed.