Where Are My &^%%$#&(!**?

Um, I still have not managed to pull my office together. It drives my poor husband crazy...but I dont give a shit.

Not that I don't care about my office, I just have so much stuff I cannot contain it any longer...yet I keep buying more. What the hell is the matter with me? I keep trying to justify it in some way...like "It could be worse...it could be heroin."

Well, this is sort of my heroin...I can't stop buying more scrapbook related stuff and it sure as hell doesn't help matters any that my own flesh and blood mother owns a freaking scrapbook store. Yep, she does and I love it...

I thought being the buyer for her company was going to help curb my insatiable collectors appetite but no.

Why can't I just freaking scrap?

My best friend Jenn can whip out awesome pages and never have opened the cover of an idea book...she just creates...she says she doesn't consider herself a scrapbooker...why? Because she doesn't have the toys I have. WHAT?!? I want to shake her back and forth...is there a such thing as Shaken Mommy Syndrome? You know, death by SMS? She makes the most awesome pages I have ever seen...ones that could rival any freaking idea in one of those stinking idea books...and yet she's not a scrapbooker? SHUH!

I love her...but sometimes I just want to smack her...in a good way...

I tried to tell her that she has created more pages in her short time not scrapbooking than I ever have in my many years scrapbooking...does that make any damned sense? What the hell is the matter with me? I obviously got some issues...

I need to find a collectors annonymous group or something...this shit is out of control.

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