Random weirdness from a tattoo-artist gun-toting biker-chick knitting foodie with seven kids. Keep the change, ya filthy animal...

Me flairs are still pretty t’day

That was a lot more than one day’s worth of kindness. Thank you again.

The duct-tape genius built my house.

The duct-tape genius built my house.

This laundry basket was on my front porch with a quilt in it. And a surprise.

This laundry basket was on my front porch with a quilt in it. And a surprise.

  • Door: knock knock knock
  • Me: Who is it?
  • Betsy: It's ME! I have to show you something!
  • Me: (opening door) What?
  • Betsy: Guess what I have?
  • Me: What?
  • Betsy: Cheese in my pocket!!
  • Betsy: [opens pocket of her pirate dress to show me that it's full of shredded cheese to snack on]

Truthful Tuesday, albeit late.

i’m an inveterate recycler.  For years I’ve saved boxes for the last couple months before Christmas.

Cereal boxes, cracker boxes, poptart boxes… boxes from the latest clock radio or coffee maker or batch of corn dogs.  I use them to ship things and wrap things.  I haven’t bought shirt boxes in I don’t know how long.

A client today said that’s a great idea for the surprise factor when people unwrap things, but it would be just as funny to just tape them shut and put them under the tree as is (he’s right, too).

So that little bit of knowledge prepares one for the conversation I had today with my new “mother in law”…

ROFLOL!!

(Source: scribblingwithstyle)