Trying to unpack from a Stampin’ Up!® party is never easy when Mr Winky gets involved. He is obsessed with trying to get in the trolley for a good long 12-hour nap.
Today I’ve learned that it’s not necessarily the trolley which holds the appeal. Last night I covered some decorating supplies with my oh-so-useful black cloth, only to find it in a crumpled heap on the floor this morning. Mr Winky was sniffing around it last night and I realised, it’s the cloth he covets, not the trolley. I’m pretty sure he slept on it last night but he’s denying everything this morning.
Trying to unpack from a Stampin’ Up!® party is never easy when Mr Winky gets involved. He is obsessed with trying to get in the trolley for a good long 12-hour nap.
Today I’ve learned that it’s not necessarily the trolley which holds the appeal. Last night I covered some decorating supplies with my oh-so-useful black cloth, only to find it in a crumpled heap on the floor this morning. Mr Winky was sniffing around it last night and I realised, it’s the cloth he covets, not the trolley. I’m pretty sure he slept on it last night but he’s denying everything this morning.
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