Did you think I was eaten by a scrapbook or something? Not hardly. Haven't even been back to that side of the room this whole entire week. Not that I haven't THOUGHT about it.....WANTED to.....just never happened. And why not you ask?
Why not indeed. Monday was throw-the-house-back-to-order-from-the- weekend. Tuesday & Wednesday were taken with a flying trip to Atlanta to get The Little Black Dogs groomed. Yes, I know I groom them. But I do not groom them CORRECTLY. God knows I try. I think I'll probably have that put on my tombstone. Something to the effect of "I did the best I could." That would just about cover everything I think.
Thursday was Hunting & Gathering Day (food for the household hungry). And today was Little Black Sambo Day, otherwise known as "mowing the hayfields we call yards" around here.
So, I have tomorrow and Sunday to finish out this wonderful week. Could I maybe make it to one of the stools around the craft table? Maybe. If it rains. Seems like I do a lot better with my creative stuff on soggy days.