Out of the closet...

I'm out. I actually told people I had a blog. Which means, people (you know who you are!) might actually read it, so I'm going to have to make some changes. Add some pictures. Perhaps call my children by their real names instead of "2", "4", or "7". Even let my family know that I have a blog. AUGH! The pressure!

So last night, I went scrapbooking. We have a group of around six that meet together and every month we go to a different house and scrapbook. (Well, to be perfectly honest, they scrapbook and I pretend I might but really do other things like crochet or crosstitch. In fact, the last two months I completely gave up my pretense for possibly scrapbooking and just admitted that I'm not a scrapbooking person. I love the idea of it--and if it would just magically happen by those mysterious little elves that fix shoes and hide gold then I'd be a happy camper. Unfortunately, those mysterious little elves don't live near my house so I'm on my own. I have wondered about going digital....hmmmmm maybe next time.)

Ok, I completely went off on a tangent, but those of you who know me know that is a common side effect to my conversations. Back to original thought last night: scrapbooking group. HILARIOUS. You ladies know who you are and can I just publicly, on my blog, in front of the millions of people who may never read this, say that group is my monthly lifesaver? I laugh, I cry (only from laughing so hard), I actually get something done (usually), and we eat treats. What could possibly be better than that?? Ahh...out of the closet and into the scrapbook. :)