I managed not to kill my husband last night when he sat his drink on my scrap table. I didn't notice until it was too late. He set in next to a wet wipe I was using to clean my test stamp. He pushed it over into a stack of cards that just needed to go in envelopes. The added moister on the weteipe hit a card I had spent days on finding just the right colors, making the embellishments etc. And I cant find the paper I used on it so it must have been the last of it.
He stayed (drinkon the floor) and did some of the stamping so I will be able to send it after all but I swear I saw red. Lol