Didja ever?

Before I share my day, I'd like to offer an apology for the necessary extra step in commenting on my blog. I had to add the word verification feature to stop people from offering to sell me anatomy enhancements for anatomy I don't even have. I hope you don't mind.

Didja ever have one of those days where absolutely nothing goes right? I left the house this morning in a really good mood to run a couple of errands. I had a small package to mail at the post office, I needed to deposit two checks from containers I sold over the holidays, I needed to fill up the gas tank and lastly, stop at the grocery store for a dessert for movie Tuesday. OK, first stop: the post office in the small town south of my population 300 +/- village, park the car, walk across the street, it's not open yet. So, I go to the ATM. The machine takes my checks but when I go to make a withdrawal for gas, the machine groans, grinds, pings and finally spits out a notice that it can't oblige me. Well, that's a bummer, but there's another machine just a mile down the road, so off I go. This machine puts the big clock in the display panel that says "just a moment" and after having made no noise, flashes a sign that my withdrawal just won't be possible. So, I pull into the teeny tiny Credit Union building next to the ATM, get out, lock the car - and find out I'm 20 minutes early. Drat! So, I sit for 20 minutes (listening to my new Nota cd which rocks), finally get inside and get my money. Then I head to the gas station for gas. Getting gas goes well; inside I try to get a cup of English Toffee coffee and the machine spits up all over me. Double Drat. Ron, the owner, finagles the Cappuchino machine until it works, I get my coffee and head for the post office. There I wait in a line of four people while both of the tellers have conversations with the customers. Their business is clearly finished, they're just chatting - hazards of a post office in a tiny town. On the way home there's a railroad bridge I pass under and just outside it had a 'Bump' sign that I'd not seen before. Bump, my great aunties' panties, it was a hole in the pavement the size of a laundry basket which rattled my car and spilt my coffee. TRIPLE DRAT - FINALLY, I'm just a block from home when I realize - I DIDN'T GO TO THE GROCERY STORE. FUDGE! Maybe I'll try that tomorrow - or we'll have tangerines for dessert, my hips would love that. (On a completely unrelated note, when my grandmother said 'Fudge', we all bailed out the nearest exit - it meant someone was about to die. I'll share what happened when she said it about me in a later post.)

The container I have today is from a Sizzix Pro Die - Box, Long Triangle w/Scallop Circle & Tag #656420. It's 2 1/2" x 7 3/8" x 2 1/2". I can think of a number of applications for this container. After you crease it but before you glue it, you could add a long piece of something thin like embroidery thread down the center. With a tassel attached to the thread at the bottom, and a small hole in the lid to pass the top of the thread through, you could create a cute hanger so this would hang on a tree. This box would hold a pen set, a silk scarf, almost any kind of jewelry, hot cocoa mix, those wonderful packets of Crystal Lite, several spoons covered in chocolate to stir your coffee with (if you like mocha). You could fill it with inspirational messages and take one out each day, you could use it as a 'honey-do jar' or put the names of all your favorite restaurants in it, and draw one out when you decide to go to dinner - just leave it hanging someplace so it's handy. Please, leave me some more ideas. If someday you purchase the Big Shot Pro, you can come back and check the comments for inspiration.

My box was created with Tim Holtz idea-ology paper which is two sided so this is equally pretty inside. The ribbon was from my stash and tied with the Bow-Easy. The sentiment was created with the JustRite 25 pt Curlz font, the tiny red heart is from Cloud 9 Design and the charm has been living in my 4th left hand drawer for so long it has forgotten it's origins.