As I have mentioned before, I had a quick trip to Israel in February to visit my family. While I was gone, my poor family had to live without me for a whole week. Luckily, Dave created a surrogate mother to ease their pain. She bore some striking resemblances to the real me, but she was terrifying. Especially when you walked into the living room in the middle of the night, and turned on the light.
Because she took up a lot of space, and because she was really spooky, she was quickly dismantled when I got home. But now her memory now lives on forever.
Thank you, scrapbooking.