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Friday night was an all out paper-slicing, ribbon-cutting, hole-punching crafting extravaganza the likes of which my floor (i.e. that magical place where scraps always land) hasn't seen in ages. (I had to crawl on said floor afterwards and pick up a Wal-Mart bag's worth of ribbon and paper bits. Behold the curse of my artistic genius.) Plus, to get in the Halloween mood, I streamed The Nightmare Before Christmas, Paranorman (surprisingly, the Lump recommended this animated, light-hearted, whimsical movie) and Ghostbusters.
People, there is no better way to spend a Friday night. Movies? Crafting? The only thing I was missing was the Troll, though I'm not sure how thrilled he'd be with the a) mess, b) animated kid movies, c) manic gleam in my eye, or d) all of the above. I'm going with... let's see... D. Yes, answer D seems to cover it.
These are going on the office Halloween treat bags! (BTW, the "treat bags" are plain brown paper sacks, because I am so, so cheap.)
Saturday, I did get to spend time with the Troll! And surely you can guess what we worked on (hint: truck lights).
He got them working (after blowing a fuse, necessitating a trip to Advanced Auto Parts)! \^o^/ I assisted in important, necessary, vital ways, like cutting pieces of Gorilla Tape and holding the screwdriver. He said, "I owe you. Now I'll have to help you with one of your craft projects." I imagined all my beautiful decorations covered in Gorilla Tape and thought, 'AUGH MY EYES.'
On a side note, I got to have a bit of lunch with his mother, who has not yet exorcised me from her home. FIST PUMP.
The Lump and I went over to help clean Grandma's house on Sunday. My job was to dust her collection of blue glass (bottles, jars, vases, etc.), which hasn't been dusted in years. I was extra, extra, EXTRA careful, yet an olive oil container actually split in half as I cleaned it. (Hardly any pressure was applied! I still don't understand how it happened.) I had to stealthily bandage the resulting cut or else Grandma would have called 911 and never let me touch glass again.
After cleaning, I started working on Christmas decorations. There was a drill press involved.
In my head, this will be a tree garland. In Dad's head, it is the waste of perfectly good children's toys. We'll see who's right come Christmastime.
Dad also fixed part of the chicken coop roof. We give Lowe's so much money.
People, there is no better way to spend a Friday night. Movies? Crafting? The only thing I was missing was the Troll, though I'm not sure how thrilled he'd be with the a) mess, b) animated kid movies, c) manic gleam in my eye, or d) all of the above. I'm going with... let's see... D. Yes, answer D seems to cover it.
These are going on the office Halloween treat bags! (BTW, the "treat bags" are plain brown paper sacks, because I am so, so cheap.)
Saturday, I did get to spend time with the Troll! And surely you can guess what we worked on (hint: truck lights).
He got them working (after blowing a fuse, necessitating a trip to Advanced Auto Parts)! \^o^/ I assisted in important, necessary, vital ways, like cutting pieces of Gorilla Tape and holding the screwdriver. He said, "I owe you. Now I'll have to help you with one of your craft projects." I imagined all my beautiful decorations covered in Gorilla Tape and thought, 'AUGH MY EYES.'
On a side note, I got to have a bit of lunch with his mother, who has not yet exorcised me from her home. FIST PUMP.
The Lump and I went over to help clean Grandma's house on Sunday. My job was to dust her collection of blue glass (bottles, jars, vases, etc.), which hasn't been dusted in years. I was extra, extra, EXTRA careful, yet an olive oil container actually split in half as I cleaned it. (Hardly any pressure was applied! I still don't understand how it happened.) I had to stealthily bandage the resulting cut or else Grandma would have called 911 and never let me touch glass again.
After cleaning, I started working on Christmas decorations. There was a drill press involved.
In my head, this will be a tree garland. In Dad's head, it is the waste of perfectly good children's toys. We'll see who's right come Christmastime.
Dad also fixed part of the chicken coop roof. We give Lowe's so much money.