So my little ghostie buddy has been sitting out on my desk for a couple of weeks now refusing to go back into his drawer. If he had his way, he'd be spot lighted in every card I do...what a diva, thinks he's all that and a bag of chips (insert snapping fingers). What can I do but to give in...I mean look at him, he's right after all.
Hubby asked if I needed to borrow his level cause my bow was crooked...Jeeze, everyone's a comedian...or at least they think they are ;). Why do I torture myself by asking for his opinion in the first palce lol??
Please leave me a comment and let me know what you think....good or bad....or even better - what would you have done differently??...crafty minds wanna know!