I decided I really needed to get serious about packaging the boxes for Puerto Rico. I know it doesn’t sound like it would be a lot of work, but it took me about six straight hours to fill eleven boxes. And that was after I’d spent probably another ten hours sorting through stamps, dies, embellishments, ribbons, embossing powder, and the list goes on and on. I bought a lot of new things for them as well, and the boxes are almost completely full. I wish I could say I feel like I really accomplished something, but for some reason I don’t. Maybe because the boxes are still sitting here staring at me. (If boxes could stare, they would be, of that I’m certain.)
I have some serious work to do tomorrow, as we’re having Thanksgiving dinner here and although I’ve made turkeys, never for anyone other than my parents and Rich. We’re having another family over, so the pressure is on.. I need to produce a turkey that is totally edible. It’s a scary thought, and I hope I’m up for the challenge. Wish me luck.
I’ll let you know how things go tomorrow, when I’ve gotten a bigger grip on the rest of the meal. This could turn ugly fast.