The scrapbooking project came to a screaming halt earlier this week when … our kitchen sprung a leak and we had to decamp to another state. No, no, we’re all fine now, and moving back in to the recently-wet, recently-moldy, but now-mostly-old-and-icky shell-of-a-kitchen tomorrow (okay, technically, we aren’t moving back into the kitchen, exactly, but we’ll probably traipse through there a few hundred times on the way to the back yard) … but it has been a distracting few days.
Did I get work done? No, I shopped for a new kitchen floor.
Did we go to the park? No, we went to Home Depot to look for new kitchen cabinets.
Did I get Widget’s birthday presents bought? No, but I did buy the kids mac and cheese at Ikea when we were casing their kitchen displays.
Did I even so much as download my email earlier this week? No, but I fell for a new countertop at Lowe’s and I am convinced that it will make me want to spend more time in the kitchen.
Did I blog as promised? No. Oh, and I just realized that we’ll need to pick out a new oven too. Not because of the flood, though. Because of an unfortunate short last week. Not that it crimped my cooking style or anything. (Cereal rarely requires an oven.)
So the pictures are uploaded to Shutterfly and sent off to the grandparents, but they’re not printed or photoshopped or scrapbooked or anything else.
I durn well better not get hit by a bus on the way back home tomorrow.
Anyone have time-saving tips for making a barely-acceptable we-were-there scrapbook? And by that, I mean, will you all still speak to me if the best I can get done is 500 photos scotch taped to album pages with an occasional caption?