Dedicated to my Scrubby
Not many men would understand the scrapbooker’s life, but my scrubby does. He doesn’t even roll his eyes when I confess that I didn’t make it to bed until 2 (or 3) am because I was ‘in my office.’ He gets it. He even tolerates some of the very crazy pictures of him that have been published in the magazines. I love my scrubby.
Hey scrubby, this is dedicated to you: The Secret World of Scrapbooking
(btw…Cheryl…you rock for posting this video. I’m still dying laughing over it!)
