I have finally recovered from Friday Night. You see my house is known for "The House that Never Sleeps". Over the past 7 years I've gotten the majority of my scrapbooking done on Friday nights. I've been out of the groove for the past year, so this past Friday, my scrapping buddy, Cynthia came by and we talked, scrapped, talk, and scrapped until 3 am. Saturday morning I was up by 10:30 am. Well by 6:00 pm, I think my kids were ready for ME to take a nap. My husband came home to find the kids running amuck and me trying to sleep. He so politely reminded me while I grumbled and cleaned the kitchen that I was suffering from a scrapbook hangover!!! I've had many a Jack Daniels hangover, but this was a first. I must say it was pretty funny...I'll have to call my scrapping buddy to see how she faired.
It's official we are bonafide Scrapaholics!