I have been in a wee bit of a scrapbooking funk for ahile now and thought that I wouldn't find my mojo again.
Along comes Shawn...sure, he is a good guy, sure he is pretty darn good looking, sure we have a ton of stories we could share but what he did this weekend was the bestest thing ever, well, except for Logan that is :)
This weekend Shawn came home with a big brown box. He told me to sit down and to brace myself. I did. Then he opened the box...what appeared before my eyes was one of the greatest sights, my very own CRICUT machine!
What makes this even better is that I did not even ask for it. Well, ok, I have drooled over it every time we went by the display at Wal-Mart, but other than that, nothing has ever been said.
Oh yeah... another thing, he also gave me 3...yeppers, that was a three, cartridges!
Whatta man! He is def. out of the dog house for Christmas now!