Now That's Tacky!

Creepiest picture ever!

For me, it's all about the day in and day out stuff in life.  You know, like when your 10 year old daughter very sweetly reminds you that her school uniform pants have "that hole in the knee" from her dramatic playground wipeout last week, and now it's 8:57 PM the night before school and you are up to your eyeballs in after dinner dishes and trying to remember the lyrics to "Owner of a Lonely Heart" for you insistent six year old who must be serenaded to sleep every.single.night and YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO SEW OR CARRY A TUNE!!!

But wait!!! Just wait!!!! You suddenly (by the grace of God) remember that the blessed "nectar of the craft world" is sitting in your utility drawer just waiting to be put on the front lines of your hole-y war. You reach into that drawer that hasn't been cleaned out since Reagan was in office, and you grab that bottle of gooey-goodness and squeeze, squeeze, bang on the top, squeeze again, curse the maker of the gosh-darn, micro-tiny, ever-clogged nozzle opening, and get the brilliantly desperate idea (isn't there a saying that goes, "Desperation is the mother of invention?") to use a wooden skewer to unclog that sucker.

And then, with a snippety snip of the ole kitchen shears, you proceed to perform nothing short of a miraculous transformation from pants to shorts.  And to further prove your awesomeness as a resourceful mom (ahem, you could insert lazy or crazy here) you take that unclogged glue bottle and you glue the hem of those pants like nobody's business!  Finally, you sit back and look at your masterpiece and marvel at the miracle that is Arlene's Tacky Glue.

Because that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I roll!  Just don't ever ask me sing the correct lyrics to  "Owner of a Lonely Heart" because that ain't happening ;-)

Hugs,

Melissa