Pinning is addictive. So very addictive.
But I’ve become a couch-pinner. A pinner who pins but does not do. This does not sit well with me – I’ve always been a do-er, not a…*squinches nose*. What’s the opposite of a do-er? A not-do-er? A don’t-do-er? A ne’er-do-er?
Anyway, point is, somewhere between school, babies, books, and laundry, I’ve stopped doing anything that doesn’t fall into those categories. Small kine self preservation, but still, not healthy.
So on Sunday I sent the kids out for sticks, with the intention of making something with them that was a cross between this:
Wanna guess what I ended up making?
That’s right. Sticks on a Pizza Hut box. Next to a pumpkin.