FIRST of all, check out this FABULOUS new chair I got for my craft room:
Please ignore dog nose prints on the window and all the clutter on the side of my cardstock file cabinet. It's one of the only magnetic surfaces in the house. Since we're looking at it, though, let me share with you a couple of funny magnets friends have given me over the years. Mind you, I have no idea what it is about me that inspired these gifts, but they make me giggle, I must admit.
Farm animal butts from Cammie, artwork and poetry by Truman, circa 2003.
A truism from my buddy Jen del Muro.
This one, I bought myself because it reminded me of Claremore. Hey - look at that cute, young gal in the photo. There I am, on a field trip to the Zoo, tying Truman's shoe. Look how young - 33 - and cute I was! (I'm sure I thought I was fat when it was taken, of course...) Now, I'm totally depressed - I am NOT aging well. Of course, I've had another kid and become a politician's wife since then, which, as Anne LaMott would say, is enough to make even Jesus want to drink gin from the cat bowl.
Which brings me to the SECOND very important thing: to see for yourself just how badly I am aging, head on over to the There She Goes blog, where I'm hosting Stampbook Saturday. You will have a special place in heaven if you say I look good in the photo. I don't care if you have to lie to do so (just don't tell me you're that lying).
Have a great Saturday, peeps!