i'm learning how to digital scrapbook...
wade doesn't understand why I had to haul all my supplies out here.
because now i just use the computer. but hello! it's so much fun!
so probably i should send my supplies home...(like you could use any more huh mom?)
also-read the poem. it's like the best poem of all time.
one of those poems that makes you wish you were a brilliant writer.
it happens once in a while...you stumble across something and think, "thats exactly how i feel...i should've written that!" only...how on earth do people come up with these things? its like art with words...