Why I could say “SH*T” and not pay the swear jar —
Here is the finished mini cigar box that will be included with the 400 subbies give away. I am pleased with how it turned out. It only took a few minutes to finish up.
Today, you know one of “those” days. The kind that doesn’t even start off well. First of all I woke up in a bit startled. Not sure what I was even dreaming about. That should have been my first clue to just stay in bed. But, no the diligent wife and mom has stuff to do.
So I toddle down to the kitchen grab breakfast (the home made granola and milk is so good). So far so good. Then I get to the basement and do my big girl business. Disaster, I heard glup.glup.glup. Not a good sign. called the county and waited it wasn’t clogged between the main and our shut off. Great, now I have to try (again) to plunge. No good. For one thing the smell of poo is disgusting, I did say the S*** word several times and don’t feel like I owe that swear jar a cent. Come on — really?
The only great part of my day was a quick run to hobby lobby where I picked up the new spellbinders Springy sprockets. They are huge, hoping they’ll shrink well. Yup me and my shrink plastic.
So now that the plumber has fixed the toilet, I am ready for a nice quiet night un interrupted by any type of crap. Enjoy your evening. Stamp Happy be a blessing.
