I made this. 
Actually... I made these. 
They're mighty purty.
You can get one here.
I'll be adding one a day for the next several weeks.
So if'n you like the concept, but don't fancy the color, then you just tune right back in tomorrow to see the next one I've listed. 
Art!
Crafts!
Good times, whoohoo!
I don't think I've seen it since the day I painted it.
Sometimes things get tucked away on the shelf and fall into oblivion. Books especially, or in this case, a painting on a book.
It might not my favorite, but it is much cuter than I remembered it.
Anyhoo, it has finally made it's way into the Etsy shop.
By the way, did you notice that my old store Loveaboveall magically became my new store Cleverish?
I'm still not sure if it's going to be a permanent switch.
If Cleverish doesn't earn it's keep, it might just die an untimely death, and loveaboveall will take over again.
We'll see.
Fortunately, I had the day off, so I played find-the exact-snowball-I-threw with Radar for a while.
It requires very little effort on my part, because every time I throw a snowball (and it breaks up immediately on impact) Radar spends twenty minutes running around trying to find the exact snowball I threw. 
Unfortunately, Mr A wasn't quiet so lucky- he had to work today, regardless of the weather.
He was counting on parking on his usual spot in the parking deck, but of course, the entire deck was full.
It wouldn't have been that much of a bother to have to park out in the snow except that it continued snowing while he was at work, so that when he came out in the evening his car was under a foot of snow.
There is a little known rule of weather that states that you will have a snow scraper in your car 100% of the time that it's unneccesary.
Today was no exception, so he scavenged around inside the car to find something to dig the car out with.
Mr Clean keeps his car pretty tidy, so his only tools were textbooks, scrubs, a Bible, sunglasses, jumper cables,....
and a big plastic vagina.
Because who doesn't have a big fake vah-jay-jay in their trunk?
giggity
(Actually, if you do, you better have just come from an I.U.D. lecture, or you got some 'xplainin' to do.)
I'll let you guess which one he ended up using to dig out the car with.
