I've been at this house for 3 weeks now, and not once have I been played with. I remember waiting expectantly to get divided from my clones into individual servings of scrapping madness, the day came where I was diligently laid out on a table full of other bits and pieces. Three ladies scurried and giggled around the tables picking up odds of this and odds of that placing them gently into the large plastic baggies. Flowers were daintily placed in the little blue mesh bags, with little ribbons gently drawn for that perfect puckered look. Names were placed on kits to identify the recipient of such a heavenly work of art. My kit was blessed with almost every add-on available. I must be going to a wonderfully creative home. Gently I'm packed into 2 boxes where I wait dormant for shipping. Around the Gulf of Mexico I traveled to arrive in the lush land of Central Texas. I waited in the mail box, then waited in the car, then waited in the scrap room. Finally I was released from that cardboard hell only to be placed in a tin tub. I've been sitting for 3 weeks in this tin tub waiting for some activity. I GOT TO GET OUT OF THIS PLACE!!!!!! If only I could scream "SCRAP WITH ME!!!!!!".
S. S. Kit