It was only a matter of time before I started putting some of the pictures from Hubby's band's performances into a scrapbook. You all knew this. And today I finished the latest page. I am up to date on something, until they play again. I shall wallow in scrappy satisfaction.
The family is, as a whole, underwhelmed. Son #4 thinks it's cool, but Son #1 sums up the rest of the world's opinion, thusly:
"Oh, yeah, I wish I could see the Stones' scrapbook. And Ozzy Osbourne? Whenever he's not busy biting the heads off of bats? You just KNOW he's working on the band scrapbook."
I wish I knew where he got that smartass attitude.
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