I don't wanna write a blog post today! Don't wanna! You can't make me! Waaah! I don't wanna do nothing. I just want to throw myself on the floor and pout.
The Fine Print: Actually throwing myself on the floor and pouting sounds like a good way to get crippled. And stepped on. Card made with leftover bits from my iris folding class with a DeNami greeting. I may be suffering from the effects of a wicked poisonous Arizona bug. Or not. But something definitely bit me on my hand three times leaving me with big red and purple welts. Good times!