Some Words

The GF and I were looking at wedding invitations the other day. This turned out to be more fun than I’d expected, as it’s basically an excuse to play with scissors and glue again. I’m sure I won’t feel that way when I get drafted to cut paper for 75 of the damn things, or however many it ends up being.

So, I’ve been feeling pretty good about paper crafts.

Then, when I got home today, the girls upstairs had apparently spent the day making holiday cards. The fruits of their labor were placed on the mailbox for tomorrows pickup, and the reek of glue filled the entire house. I know this because I went downstairs to check.

It’s finally cold here, or at least it’s pretending to be cold. They hadn’t opened up the windows. As bad as it was downstairs, I can only imagine the strength of the brain destroying chemical headache that must have been going on on the second floor.

I had always associated certain crafts with seasons. I supposed that, like summer is the time for tomatoes, fall is the time for knitting mittens. The similarity of food and handycraft’s seasonal natures was driven home as I contemplated my dying brain cells. While I salute the girls for not using glue tape in a one time use plastic container, bound for a landfill, I can’t help but think that we all would be served better had that glue not been opened. Also, open letter, isn’t one of you a med school student? Shouldn’t you not have time for this sort of thing?

Still, a far cry from the time I was kept awake by what I can only assume was a Roomba Sex Party.