And, no, I don’t mean my husband.
I’ve got four pincushions left. If they stay in this house any longer, they’ll wind up in Co-Defendant #2’s room and she’s got enough crap stuffed in there that I swear one day I’ll find Jimmy Hoffa. Or that acting talent Brad Pitt supposedly has.
Anybody out there want to swap pincushions with me? If more than four folks say yes, I’ll use the random number generator to pick ’em for me (after I pick myself up off the floor from the shock, that is). And yes, I’ll ship international.
So…who’s up for a swap?
Have a great Tuesday, y’all!