So my dear hubby comes home tomorrow from 26 days out of town. I'm not excited at all. Nope. Not counting down the hours or anything. Or considering calling the airlines to move up his flight either. . .
But anyhoo, I've made a lot of artistic decisions with thee ole house here. I think he'll approve of them all. . . I think. Maybe with one possible exception.
That, being this little hair-brained scheme:
I love it. He might not so much. . . .does it soften the blow if his favorite cookie recipe is currently on the front?