My sister is here for a visit to act as designated driver for tomorrow’s impending Wisdom Teeth Adios. I have already started pondering how to include my newly-liberated teeth in an artist’s book.
Preferably one with bite. [groan]
I was looking forward to this evening – my sister brought along a photo album I made for her and we were going to work on mounting some photos. It’s really rare for me to have the opportunity to work in one of my own books.
So I’m on the computer, trying to wrap up an Email so I can hang out and I hear my sister upstairs, swearing. Repeatedly.
Me: Are you okay?
Sis: I just tore a page.
Thus began tonight’s unplanned adventure, one which we have affectionately named The Do-Over.
By the way, my sister is insisting that she doesn’t swear.
I’m not going to tell you the words she used while insisting.