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.