I was working on my recipe cards last night for card club, which is tonight. I thought I'd add some eyelets to make it look all fun and snazzy. I haven't used my crop-a-dile since I got it for Christmas. How terrible am I? I punched a hole in my paper, placed in my eyelet and and went to press it in with my crop-a-dile. Now, let me explain that in order to use said crop-a-dile you must be smarter than me, being the moron that I was, I didn't check to see which size it was moved on and since I was using a smaller eyelet I would need the smaller size thingy on my crop-a-dile. Need I mention that it wasn't on the smaller size, it was on the large size. As I clamped it together, the crappy eyelet went inside the clamp thing. NOT a good thing! I spent more than an hour cursing, yelling, crying, praying, etc. etc. that the stupid little eyelet would come out. I seriously thought I'd broken it. Sad times for me. I used tweezers for the first half hour, and then found some pliers for the last half. I did eventually pry that baby out. Hooray! My fingers are blistered, cut and sore today from all of my hard work.
I called my sister later last night and told her my traumatic story. She laughed of course, and told me I always have the funniest stories. Why is it that the stupidest, funniest things always happen to me? I guess I should be glad I can entertain someone with my idiocies.
2 comments:
Oh, you and I could be on the same moron committee! I'm so glad you got it out though -- yay for that.
Ok Mel, I did the exact same thing one night too. I thought I had broken mine and gone gee wiz what am I suppose to do. Well, I finally got it out too with something. I am glad you got it.
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