LIM #125; MUSE #23; NBUS #13; SSS ~ Celebrate!

Greetings Card Peeps!

This is the card I was planning to post yesterday and I'm going to appliqué it to the following challenges, in no peculiar order:

 

Less Is More.  Per the request of our delightful hostess, Chrissie, we are to make cards for the birthday of our other delightful hostess, Jen.  I hope you like the card, Jen, and that you have many, many more birthdays!  And I hope you knocked the cele out of brate for this one!
 

 

Simon Says Stamp challenge where the theme is the always well-loved "Anything Goes!"  Please note there are going to be TWO lucky winners this week!

MUSE Card Club.  I've been missing the recent MUSE challenges, darn it, but I had to make time to play along and CASE this great card made by Anita (in France), the talented Guest Designer this week. 

Anita always comes up with really clever cards!  Here is the card she made, as our Muse, for us to CASE:

 

I mediately thought of another NBUS (never-before-used-schtuff) that I could use for my CASE of Anita's card:  Washi tape from Love My Tapes called "pastel birds on a wife."  While that does create a pretty funny visual, I meant to say wire, birds on a wire. 

 



I kept Anita's linear design elements, framed matting, sea quints, and similar sediment.  Thanks, Anita!  (I think it's very "Jen" as well.)

 

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Be Careful

This morning when I went into the kitchen, I smelled something foul.  It wasn't too, too bad, so I took the garbage out, even though it had just gone out the night before.  I had breakfast and went to exercise.  When I got back home, it was pretty bad when I walked in the door.  It smelled like a dead animal.  I recognized the smell because it happened to us once before about ten years ago.  It is NAH-ASSTY if you've never smelt it.

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That's what this smelled like again.  Bleep.

If I'd made a video of the next few minutes, it prolly woulda gone viral.  I proceeded to narrow the smell down to the kitchen / hall area and set to sniffing like a bloodhound seeking out a steak sammich.  I opened doors, I stood on chairs, I got down on all fours and sniffed along the floor boards.  Nothing.

 

Hours went by.  I sat at the computer, catching up on some emails.  I got a headache.  I went out to the Playhouse, came back in and oooofftah, Meg!  It was getting worse.  I looked up carcass removal on the Cobweb and dialed the number, thinking why do we still say we "dialed" a number when, in fact, we punch them?  I got an answering machine and hung up.  Mister was due home in a couple of hours so I thought maybe I should wait for a second opinion.

Another hour went by and I started the sprinklers because we are spose to be in the triple digis here again for the next few days and my new plants were audibly gasping.  I went back to the kitchen to turn on the microwave timer (over the stove) as a reminder to change the sprinkler to the next area of lawn.  Once again, right there, right by the stove, I literally clasped by hand over my mouth and nose because the stench was so bad.  There, I thought, right there, it had to be something stuck in the wall behind the stove.  

 

Involuntarily, I also took three steps back from the stove, my hand still over my nose and mouth.  My eyes were darting around the area, as if somehow I would magically be blessed with x-ray vision.  And they fell on the burner knobs.  The two on the right were turned on.  Turned on just enough for gas to be escaping.  For hours and hours, filling the closed-up house.  Bleep The Bleep.  I turned them off, then turned off the a/c, opened all the windows, and put the fan up.

That coulda been bad.  Real bad.

Now I'm not going to say that Mister did it just because he'd been in the kitchen earlier having breakfast and I noticed the smell first thing when I walked in, because honestly, my fat tukus could have bumped against the knobs on my way to the coffee.  We'll never know.  But kids, if you are keeping a "One Hunnert Ways My Parents Are Losing It" chart, please put this one in Dad's column.  You know, the one with a lot fewer checks in it than my column.

 

I'm very thankful.  Very, very thankful.  And pretty cheesed off at myself for not being able to distinguish the smell of gas from the smell of a dead animal.

This has been a public service announcement.

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Enjoy your day, because you never know when you might blow your own self to kingdom come!  No, seriously, enjoy.  In fact, Celebrate!!  LITS*!  (Now you know why I keep saying that.)

Thank you for coming by to visit.  Special thanks to you if you take the time to leave a comment and/or join as a follower!

 

*Life Is Too Short!   

 

Paper:  PTI true black, white

Stamp:  Paper Smooch "Metropolis"

Ink:  Versafine onyx black

Washi:  Love My Tapes "Pastel Birds on a Wire"

Sequins:  stash (GKW)