Scrappy Girl

Upcoming Classes

Another snowy morning....I think rain and 60 in California is actually starting to sound desirable after all of this snow and cold....

Wanted to post some photos of 2 upcoming classes (samples are in the store.)

First up, Cupcake Party....some fun little details here, perfect for birthdays or any other party (nothing actually says Birthday in the book), or maybe just someone who adores cupcakes (and really, who doesn't??!?!) (Class is on February 4th)
   

The next one is a travel journal (you know how I love the travel books).  This one is perfect for any vacation, anywhere-- spots to journal during or after your trip, and lots of places and ways to add photos. (Class is on March 2nd).

       

As I am looking through the photos, they are awfully dark and don't really do justice to the book.  You miss the detail of all the tabs, tags, and pockets.  Also, where you see a lot of reflection-- those are photo sleeves.  So stop by the store to take a peek at this one!

Funny...

So, our lease was up and it was time to get a new car.  Let me say that both DH and I loathe car shopping.  And if you live in Detroit, and hapen to be part of the 10% that isn't related to an autoworker, it is even more detestable, eg-- that advertised price of $219 a month?  Well, for you it is actually $385 a month----WHAT?!?!?!   Yep, that's how it is.  We debated full effecient cars, and we have one, but determined that we have always have a big car, and we just don't know how to function without one family truckster.  Now that I think about, we are probably the only people without kids that owned a minivan for 8 years.  Another story for another time.  We got another minivan.  Strangely loaded, because, well, the difference between the base model and the loaded model was, well, .27 a month.  You read that right, 27 CENTS a month.  Again, the mysteries of car shopping.

So, after all of this torture, Erin is visibly distressed by the notion of turning in mommy's car.  She keeps asking if we can get tools and fix it.  I keep telling her she will love the new car.  It even plays movies.  She is not to be dissuaded.  So, I convince her we are getting a fancy car.

And so, the day comes and I tell her that daddy is waiting at home with the fancy car.  And she looks at me and says: "Mommy, did Daddy put glitter on the fancy car?"

Only my child.