It's been quite some time since we've traveled together down crifty-craft lane. Let's make up for lost time and see what surprises are lurking on Cross-stitch lane, shall we?
Because nothing says welcome like gritty, grimy plastic eau d'ocean footwear.
Signed, all the pets that used to be loved before YOU showed up.
PS - Watch your back.
Stranger danger be damned!
I think I saw this defense in a Law & Order episode.
I am the angel of wrapping nightmares past.
I am the angel of holiday overeating present. Pass the Pepto!
I am the angel of nine thousand Christmas Carols yet to come.
Now, you will play the Little Drummer Boy AGAIN AND YOU WILL LIKE IT!
Except the Indians.
Nothing like a friendly reminder of mass hysteria and religious fanaticism.
Nice shout out to Giles Corey, however. He had a lot of balls.
Doesn't matter how many tricks you can do, turkey.
You're not the main act. You're the main course.
Please don't ever stop blogging again! I almost choked laughing so hard.
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