Basket Case

I found this post under drafts. I must have forgotten to hit publish. Another step toward losing my mind.

Well, I did CASE this card. So the title fits,right? But I kinda feel like a basket case sometimes. I have been whacking myself wondering how I missed the cat being sick. Since she tended to do her own thing and never really interacted with the other cats and dogs, other than stealing the dog food, I didn't see her much during the daytime. At night, I fed her, yelled at her to stop digging at my wood trim and chased her down the steps (her big butt sounded like elephants on the stairs). Once in a blue moon she came into my bed to sleep. I think she was the ribbon thief, too. Most nights she explored the closets, drawers, trash buckets, toilet bowls. But Nebbie was a talker. And a kisser. Spencer doesn't kiss at all. I need a kisser kitty.

Three people have gotten sick that I know of who were at the wedding on Saturday. SO I am dealing with being sick. Of course. No way I could be let out of that. So put me in this basket, cover me up, with something to make me sneeze and I will hang out until it all passes. I have some pretty cool friends on my blogs, so this is a cyber thanks for being there. Or here. Or where ever I is.

I think this stamp is from Great Impressions. I know the glitter on the flowers is Stickles. Yes, Courtney, I used the Stickles. I am going to Stickle until I die! Scraps, and my crapbook bin provided the rest of the story.