Or Tales from the Nyquil Bottle.
...Do you think my neighbors would think I'm mad if I asked them for their oatmeal containers? I'd supply them with a fresh ziplock bag.
What. Jeez. I'm just asking.
No really. I'm fresh out of modge-podge and I'm fresh out of anything remotely top-hat-shaped. I've already scrounged under the kitchen sink, scrounged in the cupboards, and dumped the rest of my Italian breadcrumbs.
Desperation is starting to kick in.
And is a grouping of 3 really a collection? Or just an obsessive compulsive disorder in the making?!
Om'gawsh, what ever will I do when I am finally over this nasty sinus cold and can't stay indoors all week long playing with sharp pointy scissors?
...Do you think my neighbors would think I'm mad if I asked them for their oatmeal containers? I'd supply them with a fresh ziplock bag.
What. Jeez. I'm just asking.
No really. I'm fresh out of modge-podge and I'm fresh out of anything remotely top-hat-shaped. I've already scrounged under the kitchen sink, scrounged in the cupboards, and dumped the rest of my Italian breadcrumbs.
Desperation is starting to kick in.
And is a grouping of 3 really a collection? Or just an obsessive compulsive disorder in the making?!
Om'gawsh, what ever will I do when I am finally over this nasty sinus cold and can't stay indoors all week long playing with sharp pointy scissors?
