(I'm all about recycle/reuse!)
This is actually my third version of this super hero boy. But you know what? Why do we need to reinvent the wheel? Tonight I actually thought to save the Silhouette cuts as one, sized right file so that next time I don't reinvent the wheel I can do it even faster. If I were really smart I'd just sit down and make 5 of these and file them away. I think it's a really fun thank you card for guys.
So maybe you're wondering why I needed to make a guy-friendly thank you card? Yeah, I figured, but I'm going to write about it anyway. :P
So today I was VERY excited to go to the eye doctor. My right eye has been wonky and my near vision has been making me nuts. I guess my excitement made me leave a little earlier than I needed to. My eye doctor is in the next town over, and just after I got off the highway my car started to drive funny. I decided to hobble through the intersection and pull into a gas station. I parked, got out and heading around the back side of the car knowing already what I'd see: a flat tire. Only it wasn't standard flat it was a FLAT flat. I'm not going to lie. I did the girl thing: I called the boy. Who basically said "You're going to have to change the tire." Which is kinda funny, since up until he said it, it hadn't occurred to me that I would be doing the dirty work. Prior to that I was thinking tow trucks and magic fairies. So I get off the phone and start digging through my trunk for my doughnut and my jack. I set to work and made about every mistake possible, not the least of which was not pushing the jack far enough back. So I'm cranking and cranking and cranking and basically the jack is just smooshing the fiberglass cosmetic underside of my car instead of actually lifting it up. Eventually - but not before somehow ripping the skin off my ring finger and bleeding all over the place - I realized my error and started the crank it back down.
A little aside: Most of you don't know me on a day to day basis. Here's a ditty for you: I dress like it's imperative that I'm ready for game of frisbee at any given time. So here I am, short hair, polo shirt, knee shorts, and skater shoes. And sitting there trying to change that tire my prevailing thought was "I wish I were wearing a dress."
Just as I had the jack cranked back down I hear a man say "Do you need any help?" Turns out he and his twin brother were having lunch at the Burger King across the street. He confessed that they had questioned each other about whether I was a man or a woman. (Fair enough - they were inside and across five lanes of traffic and - well - it's not like I was wearing a dress.)
So the card is for Phillip (who did most of the work) and his brother Patrick. Because I wanted to say: