that there are people in the world who allowed ‘scrapbooking’ to become a real word.
Now they’re infiltrating my land. Blog land.
What this really does is just make me feel grossly inadequate.
Not enough stunning pics of my kids, or anything for that matter.
Way too much swearing.
And talking about my bits.
And so fucking bleak.
Not really something I need to leave for the grandkids.
But then, I really want to leave something for the grandkids.
Dumb stupid scrapbookers.