I mean seriously, do these people know me, or what?
And you know it's just got to be a good sign when your husband locks himself in a spare bedroom to wrap up a family-effort gift.
Oh yeah...they are good.
And I am sure my obsessive crafting, paper hoarding, mess-filled weekend probably had nothing to do with the fact my husband all of a sudden had the urge to start our next little project late Monday night.
No, because I am sure the decision was made when we found left over craft remnants in our bed the next morning...