Ode To A Stamper!!

I just found this poem (it's amazing what you can find while surfing the web) and just had to share it with you. My husband would get the biggest kick out of this. When I get into my stamping zone, forget it, nothing else exists.

Ode To A Stamper

(Author Unknown)

She learned to stamp on Monday
Her embossing was quite fine.
She forgot to make us dinner
So we went out to dine.

She brayered backgrounds Tuesday,
She says they are a must.
They really are quite lovely,
But she forgot to dust.

On Wednesday it was birthday bags,
She says the chalking’s fun.
Shading, blending, watercoloring,
But the laundry wasn’t done.

Her card swap was on Thursday,
Hers was green and blue and Red.
I guess she really was engrossed,
Cuz’ she never made the bed.

It was shaker cards on Friday,
A technique she just adores.
So she never seemed to notice
The crumbs on all the floors.

I found a maid on Saturday.
My life is now complete.
My wife can stamp the hours away.
The house will still be neat.

Except…
Today is only Sunday,
And my forehead’s feeling damp.
I cried, I raved, I ranted…
The MAID has learned to STAMP!