He's as snug as a bug in a rug, as my Gram would say. Maybe he's riding out the pandemic like us humans?
Ink colors my fingers, And glitter coats my hair. My craft room’s like a crime scene With Copics everywhere. I seem to’ve lost my scissors I should clean, but where to start? It really doesn’t bother me ‘cause my heart is in my art.
PagesPat's Ponderings
▼
Tuesday, April 7, 2020
Lockdown is For Everyone
He's as snug as a bug in a rug, as my Gram would say. Maybe he's riding out the pandemic like us humans?


No comments:
Post a Comment