” you are eating your zuchinni, onion and pesto fritatta that you just made and thinking: *these colors are SO pretty, they would make really nice DP!!!* YIKES!!!”
“it’s a beautiful sunny hot day – and instead of going outside and enjoying the weather – you check out the daily challenge and run up to your stamping room to make a card!”
“you prefer buying stamping related stuff than clothes”- GUILTY as charged!
“You realize you no longer have a guest room, in fact it’s become a rubber room.”
“you are at the gym and take off your bra to put on your bathing suit and a PRIMA is stuck to your Bosom!!”
“There’s glitter in the washing machine.”
“You drive hours to go to a new craft store.”
“your ‘manicure’ consists of black ink, FabriTac and glitter.”
“you stalk the employees as they restock the stamping aisle.”
“you would rather give up Chocolate for Lent, than give up stamping.”- for all my fellow Catholics
when you “keep an envelope in your purse with cardstock color chips just in case you see a SS when you are traveling, or just going to Wal-Mart for groceries.”- I DO THIS ALL THE TIME
when “your husband sends you a link to a stamping blog that he ran across when doing research at work! What on earth was he researching!?!?!?!”
“Vacations are planned around class schedules at a stamp store two states away.”
“When going on vacation you scope out where all the local Scrap/Stamp store are and make hubby take you to each one.”
“You can’t invite friends over due to the embarrassment of all of your rubber room stuff overflowing into every room of your house.”
“When your boss asks you if you have an extra stamp in your purse and you don’t know why he would want one. But you ask “what kind” and he says “Um, a postage stamp” Oh yeah there are other kinds!”- In this case CHRIS would be “my boss”!
“you update your artwork blog more than your family blog!”- GUILTY







*Sniff, Sniff*! The other night my dh came into our living room and asked me if we had any sandwhich meats down in our freezer, I told him not unless he bought some. I then told him that if he wanted me to go grocery shopping that I would go, not really actually wanting to go that night but I knew he needed meats for a sandwhich for work the next day. So, off I went child free (which is nice) to get groceries but then when I got into the van I realized I forgot my reusable grocery bags. I run back into the house and got them, see I am forever forgetting them and I didn't want to pay 5 cents for about 4-5 plastic bags.












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