Quick Before I Get Sidetrack'd

I write a lot of funny things that the kids say and do, but don’t often tell funny stories on myself. I could claim that it is because I don’t do anything embarrassing, funny, or to make a fool of myself, but I would just be deluding myself if I believed it.

Several weeks ago I decided that I wanted to make something handmade for my new nephew. After contemplating a few different ideas I decided to make a plaque with his name and a sweet quote on it. I gathered all the supplies (and my best friend, Lindsey, the decoupage queen) to accomplish the job and we set to work.

One of the supplies I had on hand was a new bottle of all-purpose roll-on glue sold under the name of a certain lady who is famous for her homemaking, cooking, and crafting skills. When it came time to glue the paper onto the plaque I started to open the glue.

I took the lid and the roller parts off and was trying to figure out how to break the inner seal. I squeezed the bottle a bit and bam! the inner seal popped out of the bottle and hit me smack between the eyes!

All Lindsey and I could do was laugh. There was glue everywhere! All over my face, my arms, my shirt, my pants, the table, the chair, every surface within a few inch radius of the glue bottle.

And that was just the beginning of the disaster plaque making experience.