Write a four line poem about: the stamp collector.
I had a friend from the bakery helping me with the strawberries this morning and it went pretty well. So much faster when there are two of us working at the same time. I only wish she was available more than just once a week.
But I will gladly take whatever help I can get right now.
In other news: I'm looking forward to spending tomorrow with my family, as we celebrate Kat's second Mother's Day.
My pretty little stickers
From here and there and there;
Trapped in my precious binder,
Not going anywhere.