Look at this.

And this.

The monstrosity backpack is blocking.  I’m going to put it together this weekend.  I should have it finished soon.  Yippee skippee!!!  Party at my house!!

Blocking this made me realize something.  I am a perfectionist.  This was confirmed this week by the blocking and by a test they made us take at work.  It was a communication test where the results tell you what your communication style is and what your strengths and weaknesses are.  I am a conscientious communicator which is further broken down to the classification of perfectionist.  I thought I had overcome my perfectionist tendencies.  In college, I would sit at the computer and cry when I was writing a paper.  If I couldn’t find the right word or if I thought it just was bad,  I would sit and bawl.  Obviously, I’ve learned to deal with it.  But the blocking tonight.  Well, let’s just say I broke out into a sweat and it gave me barfy feelings.  If I couldn’t get it just right, I started to lose it.  At one point, I yelled at it.  Something along the lines of "Come on you bitch"!  I also yelled at DH who was kind enough to sit and help me pin each piece.  I gave up on trying to get everything just so.  The edges will be hidden for the most part in the seam.  I can get over it.  I just have to lose control a wee bit to be able to get over it.

Spike thought the whole thing was incredibly taxing.  He just couldn’t take the excitement anymore.