My sister, Tracy, explained this one to me. You have your stampbook and every time something goes wrong you lick that stamp and put it in your book. You save them up. Then one day your book gets full and something happens -- you put that last stamp in your book and you blow up!! And usually that last stamp is for something insignificant -- but it filled up your book and you have a meltdown. I filled up my stampbook on Friday and came unglued. It wouldn't have been so bad, but I did it in front of my husband. Darn it -- why couldn't it had happened when I was all alone and could yell at the walls and be done with it.
I spent most of the day today sewing with my daughter Jamie. My other daughter, Jodi, came over and she scrapbooked while we sewed. We watched a few chick flicks and talked. It was a pretty productive day and enjoyable day-- and it feels so good to have a new, EMPTY stampbook!