There is one thing that is certain - if I'm at my table scrapbooking, Oliver is all up in my business. Always. This is a daily occurrence. He eats my glue dots (seriously, I keep them in a ziplock bag), my layouts are his favorite spot to sleep, he thinks my photo printer is some secret contraption out to get him, his fur is stuck to everything I create, and my trash can is a treasure chest full of yummy items to nom on.
It was one night in particular that I really just wanted to scrap but nooooo. Mark was able to catch my frustration in these photos (e.g., the one where my head is buried in Oli).
Oh, Oli. You make scrapbooking so difficult. But I still love you.
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