Dear Mr. Postman,
I hope you at least got it between the uprights.
Dear Crazy Ass Racoon,
I realize you are a scavenger and don't care that that food was Baby Daddy's.
I realize you don't get the concept of NO! PLEASE don't break that! screamed wildly through the back door as you look RIGHT AT ME while shoving one of my china saucers off the table.
It's paper plates from now on. I hope you understand.
One wedgewood short of a set
I'm making beads. Lots and oodles and many many.
Happy Fun Summer Playtime treasures.
I'll be listing on Etsy later in the week, as soon as I get over my need to roll around naked on them.
I'm kidding. I have socks on.