This week alone, someone's asked me to gauge the relative weirdness of spanking, foot fetishism, using melted wax during sex, using food sexually, and furrydom. If you think scrap-booking is going to phase me, you might want to take off your bonnet and leave the Circle of Friends.
And who are you kidding, with the caps lock? "A girl" is you, right? ADMIT IT! Admit it in a tasteful photo collage!
Unless that REALLY implies levels of craft addiction I've never dreamed possible, I think most guy's reactions will probably be along the lines of "oh, that's cute." The standard coming-on-too-strong rules apply of course. Don't make him a pop-up card out of grainy photos of your boobs and present it on your first date and you'll be fine.
If I've learned anything from this job, it's that everyone's weird, and imagines that they're the only weird one out there. In reality, we're all just different shades of the same weird, creepy rainbow.
In honor of your totally perverted weird disgusting secret, I leave you with the immortal words of the dude who wrote the Simpsons theme.
No way! Oingo Boingo wrote the theme song for the Simpsons!? It kinda makes the theme song a little more sinister to me.
Well, Danny Elfman, if you want to get nerdily specific. That's the guy in front with the cowboy vest looking demonic.
THAT'S Danny Elfman???? I didn't know he used to look like that!
I like making cards and all that artsy craftsy stuff. I used to make cards and stick them into hubby's suitcase when he went on biz trips. He liked them (or at least said he did). I stopped making them, and he doesn't seem to miss them. Just remember that most guys don't realize how much work goes into making cards, most girls don't either...only another crafts person will truly appreciate a handmade card. (though recently at a fair one of my guy friends' brothers asked me if I knitted my purse, and I said 'yes' and he said it was really cool and takes talent-go figure...no, he was not gay)
Oingo Boingo friggin rule.
That is all.