So, the story. Now, if you've followed my blog for awhile, you've probably heard some of my hubby's antics. He is cheesy, he is a joker, and above all, he's *cheeky*. (And his youngest daughter is his clone. Lucky me.)
We got the assignment for this card, and I was stumped. They were colours that were way out of my comfort zone, and ones I didn't even really have supplies for on hand. So one Saturday afternoon, we dropped the kids off with Grandma, and hubs came with me to the scrapbook store.
Rewind: remember how I've mentioned that my hubby pointed out that my cards tend to follow a bit of a formula?
We got to the store, and as I wandered a bit aimlessly, he was nearby, kind of browsing in the way only boys can; picking this and that up, turning it over, raising an eyebrow in confusion and putting it down again. Pointing out only the most tacky of items, of course.
So I kept saying that this one was really eluding me, and I didn't know what I wanted to do. Cue helpful hubby:
"Well, what if you got like, some purple patterned paper and put that on it. Then you could get some lace or something and then you could put a bow with some like... buttons or something. Then you could put a panel on the front there, and stamp that..."
He gets this twinkle in his eye when he's being an... well.. this is where you should know I say bad words.
And I definitely said a few bad words to him when he was making fun of the fact that he thinks all my cards look the same.
So you know I couldn't make this one look the same.
Take *that* cheeky husband.
You should probably know that I tend to say bad words pretty frequently. I mean, if we're going to be friends and all, it's only fair that you know that.
Oh, and also, I am terrified of frogs. Terrified.
Just thought you should know.