It's Friday again, and I'm jumping on the bandwagon over at
Expressly Corgi and entering my Git-R-Done post. I've been working on cards all week.
It's been a little bit of therapy and escape; printing, cutting, snipping, and inhaling that good ol' rubber cement.
I channel a resentful 50's housewife, looking for trouble in my cards. They are edgy, sarcastic, and not especially sweet, so their flavor is not for everyone.
Funny....they suit me to a tee!
I am a Coffee Slut. I readily admit it. The whore of java beans. The hussy of latte'.
Is there some kind of group therapy for this?
If so, I don't want it.
I like my morning buzz.
It gets me motivated.
I wouldn't get through my daily list without the jolt.
I am a Coffee Slut...and I don't think I'm alone.
I search the web for inspiration, cute pics, and quotes.
I don't know where all it comes from, but, I do want to thank each and every source. Your efforts make my little corner of blog land a little more interesting.
