"muse-ings"

I sat down to scrap yesterday afternoon, and realized my muse had suddenly gone quiet. I looked around the scrap room, and I knew why I couldn't find her. I had probably buried her under one of my piles somewhere. (I told you my tables were piled embarrassingly high.) The poor thing was probably stifled under a stack of rub-ons or suffocated by one of the bags of stuff I have brought home over the last couple of months. I took a deep breath, and then I did it... I cleaned the scrap room. After I was finished putting away all the products I forgot I had, I sat back down, and she was still gone. I think she is hanging out with the banner fairy, and the two of them are laughing at me.

So today I cleaned my kitchen. I washed the walls, floors, baseboards, furniture... everything, and I did it all by hand. Faith, Chet, and Kyle all had a wonderful time "helping" me with their own washcloths scrubbing their assigned areas. I don't know why they think scrubbing the floors is so fun, but they do, so I let them. I didn't find my muse buried under anything in the kitchen either.

So now I am back in the scrap room, staring at the pile of work I really need to get done because I do like to get paychecks, and I still can't find that blasted muse. She's fired. I am placing an ad first thing in the morning for a replacement.