There's hubby cooties in my scrap room! I've been invaded!!!

Ugh! I feel so violated. Seriously. We're getting ready to sell the house and the access to the basement/crawlspace is in my scraproom. Hubby was supposed to let me know when this was going to happen so I could move stuff around to make things easier for them to get into... but noooooo.... now my rooms a disaster and guess what I'm doing tonight when I get back home. Not to mention it's 111 already at my house. As Adrian Cronour would say "It's not hot, it's AAAAAAAfrica hot!". Maybe I'll get in there and re-arrange again. Hardly, I just want it back to the normal configuration. Sigh....


Some Thursday funny.....